Thursday, July 3, 2014

here comes the fireworks

i don't ever recall a July 3rd in my life that i haven't had the air conditioner on. i came down this morning and was able to open up the house. and better yet, leave it open all damn day long. the humidity is gone, replaced with a cool breeze. probably the last time this will ever happen in my life, so i might as well enjoy it.

i sent off 6 poems today to Dead Snakes and The Camel Saloon. when i hear back from them, i will pass along the verdicts.

the Yankees lost yet again yesterday, 6-3. sadly, they are still only 4 1/2 games out of first place. the whole damn division fucking sucks this year. they play tonight in Minnesota. Tanaka is pitching, so at least they will have a chance to win.

i did watch Big Brother and Wilfred last night. i mostly knew what was going to happen on Big Brother as i follow a couple of blogs that document the daily ins and outs. Wilfred had me laughing as always last night. hopefully they will go out with a bang this final season.

tonight, i'll be watching the live episode of Big Brother. sadly, Joey will be voted out tonight. she reminds me of my girlfriend when i was 23. almost a dead ringer for her. hopefully, Devin will be the next one out. completely useless. i'll be interested in how they will decide the 2 HOH's tonight.

i also watched that tree house show last night. fuck, i wish i had $86,000 to blow on a tree house. that's some serious fuck you money.

i'm gearing up for the cats to panic with the fireworks coming. it's usually not that bad out here in the sticks but the assholes next door like to drink. so, i fully expect an explosion around 2 in the morning or so.

i took advantage of the good weather and filled up all the bird feeders today. that should be enough food for the entire holiday weekend.

that's pretty much all for me today. i will be on here early tomorrow before the World Cup games.

hope this finds everyone well. if you happen to be traveling for the 4th of July, be safe. enjoy your trip. and fight the urge to leave one of the kids behind.

be well my enemies. back to your regularly scheduled programming.

peace and chicken grease...


Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit - Live from Alabama
Ashley Monroe - Like A Rose
St. Paul & The Broken Bones - Half The City

"A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die." - Franz Kafka

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