Friday, June 8, 2018

1-800-273-8255

when i woke up this morning and saw the news about Anthony Bourdain... it was like someone sucker punched me right in the nuts. there have been so many deaths here lately, that you damn near become numb to everything. but Anthony was a dude that made me laugh, think, truly lived a life, at least on camera, that i fucking envied. and then to find out he hung himself in a hotel room in France. to give you a shining example of just how fucking sick i am, my first thought was fuck, i need to lose weight because none of these light fixtures could hold me. as i always tell my mother, at least i will see all my friends again in hell.

so i have been in a bit of a fucking fog all day long. and my fuse has been extremely short. it's hot, humid and i have little time for the stupid, the inconsiderate and the impatient. if i can fake being level headed and calm, you can fucking wait for me to get the groceries in the vehicle before you start pulling into the parking spot. as i tell my mother all the time. if god gives me the sign, i will wipe out a good number of the human race as quickly as i can. she laughs, fearing that i'm telling the truth. i won't give my little secret away.

mom now uses the grocery store to get her walking in. she doesn't walk at a pace per se, i'd call it more of a mosey. i tend to shop in a manner that is more get what you need and get the fuck out. to say i'm a little frustrated is a fucking understatement.

i was not happy last night watching the Capitals win the Stanley Cup. i didn't watch the cup come out. i didn't watch the commissioner get booed. i didn't watch that prick Ovechkin lift it up. to know they won it and how far the New York Rangers have to go to win it again... i get the feeling if i ever see the Rangers win the Stanley Cup again, my life will be just like the sign i saw when they won it in 1994. Now I Can Die in Peace. here are your highlights from the tragedy that was Game 5 of the Stanley Cup Final.

Vice News Tonight had another great week of shows.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be VICE, NJPW, Major League Wrestling, Real Time with Bill Maher and Wyatt Cenac's Problem Areas.

the New York Yankees start the Subway Series tonight at the New York Mets. hopefully the Yankees will keep on winning.

Game 4 of the NBA Finals is tonight. i'd be mildly surprised if there is a Game 5.

i will probably be on here tomorrow in the morning. most likely before the USA men's national team plays a friendly against France. i doubt i want to be blogging right after that game.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. i'm fucking spent.

sigue riéndose de la muerte, tu tiempo será pronto

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

David Bowie - Rock 'n' Roll Suicide (Live)
Leonard Cohen - I'm Your Man (Live)
Jeff Buckley - Lover, You Should've Come Over (Live)
Nirvana - Where Did You Sleep Last Night? (Live)
The Doors - The End (Live)

"A doctor can bury his mistakes but an architect can only advise his clients to plant vines."
                                                                                                - Frank Lloyd Wright

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

if you don't recognize the phone number in the subject line, congratulations for not having anyone crazy in your circles. for too many of us, that number happens to be on speed dial. maybe one day we'll treat depression seriously enough that the number to the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline won't be needed any longer. but, until that foolish utopia comes about, share that number to anyone going through some shit in their life. please.

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