happy cinco de mayo or...

 happy the day i put my asshole father in the ground. you can imagine which one i think of on this day.

mom didn't go to physical therapy today. she wasn't feeling well so i had to call and cancel for her. thankfully, the weather got much better today. i'm hoping it stays around for the weekend.

the Orkin guy was out here early this morning. apparently, the ant problem is way bigger than he was thinking it was. he put out more shit to kill them, so hopefully, it will be solved in 5 days. i'm not counting on it.

here are your highlights from the NHL playoffs last night.

here are the highlights from the NBA playoffs last night.

Young Sheldon was pretty good last night.

NJPW was really good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Smackdown, AEW Rampage and A Black Lady Sketch Show. i'll watch NXT Level Up sometime tonight on Peacock.

the New York Yankees play tonight down at that dump in Tampa. of course, Tampa has the best record in the MLB, so i'm not looking forward to this series.

i'm sure i will watch some of the NBA and NHL playoffs tonight.

with so much going on tomorrow (playoffs, Kentucky Derby, wrestling in Puerto Rico, etc.) i am going to try to get the blog done in the morning. on top of everything else, i am going to try to go to Menards if the weather is decent tomorrow.

i hope everyone has a great weekend.

a big thank you to everyone who has checked out my latest published poem:

https://ryethewhiskeyreview.blogspot.com/2023/05/give-that-demon-finger-by-jj-campbell.html

i need to get started on dinner tonight. 

until tomorrow kids...

fight the power.

fuck racism.

fuck hatred.

fuck war.

fuck the police.

black lives matter.

stay healthy.

wash your fucking hands.

stay off the fucking streets.

get the fucking shot.

abrazar la urgencia de ahora

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:

Danny Golden - 22 Tango

Generationals - Dirt Diamond

Evan Charles - Low Road Runnin'

Magnolia Park - Homicide

Lo! Peninsula - Super Glue

"What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music" - Soren Kierkegaard

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

revenge of the dead moles

the past 30 hours or so have been miserable. strap in kids, as i'm going to take you on a little ride.

so, yesterday i was out feeding the birds when i came across a dead mole. that was obviously the work of Kit Kat as she is the only cat we have that doesn't eat what she kills. within two minutes, i roll my fucking ankle on some earth that the fucking moles were digging in. and i rolled it enough that i needed ice and could barely walk the rest of the day. so, that basically ended any hopes i had to mow as i could barely hit the gas pedal when i took down the trash. and today i busted open my left leg while in the hog barn looking for the kittens that Whitey just had. i believe she had 3. made sure i cleaned the cut and got some Neosporin on it as god knows what kind of 100 years old shit was on what i hit. good times.

so i had the misfortune of watching the Yankees yesterday. a 5-1 loss that CC couldn't get out of the 4th inning. holy shit. thank god Aceves was able to eat up the rest of the innings. they play tonight out in California. they hardly ever play well at the Angels, so i'll avoid the game for as long as possible.

the New York Rangers lost 3-0 last night. if The King wouldn't have been on, it would have been something around 7-0. they play game 3 tonight, which i believe is like the Rangers 5th game in 7 days. i'd like to think they will win tonight, but they looked tired as fuck last night. i just hope they get off to a good start and the crowd can pump some energy into the team.

given my anger i had last night, i was able to make it through all the shows. Nurse Jackie had a good ending that will set up next week perfectly. Californication was brilliant as always. Silicon Valley made me laugh. plus, i love graffiti art. Veep was really fucking funny, especially the bar scene. Last Week Tonight was great. and i loved the piece on the death penalty. Years of Living Dangerously was perfect last night. i'm constantly amazed by these fuckers on the right who don't believe in science but will willfully put their faith in god, just because. once again, i understand why so many of my friends are atheists. Total Divas was pretty funny, but more in the i've been a pro wrestling fan for 35 years and that's the only reason i'm watching this kind of way.

as for tonight, i will somehow try to fit in The Voice, Monday Night Raw, and a new season of Louie around the Rangers playoff game and the Yankees on the west coast. another late night and another night on YouTube i imagine.

speaking of YouTube, i believe i have my next video planned out. now, it's just getting off my lazy ass and shooting it.

probably the only thing that has brought me joy in the last 2 days was watching Liverpool blow a 3 goal lead to Crystal Palace. watching those assholes cry on the pitch made me cackle with joy. of course, that means Manchester City is most likely going to win the Premier League this year. but, as a Manchester United supporter, i look at it like this. the last time Shitty won the title, United won it the next year with ease. so, hopefully history shall repeat itself.

i woke up in a bit of a mood this morning. my music selections today at iTunes make no sense to anyone other than me. you'll see those below.

i'll be on here tomorrow sometime after the Manchester United game. hope this finds everyone well.

peace and chicken grease my enemies...

music:

Gov't Mule - Soulshine
Leona Lewis - Bleeding Love
Lamb of God - Redneck
Jimmy Ruffin - What Becomes of the Brokenhearted
Seether - Careless Whisper
Marvin Gaye - Sexual Healing
Thelma Houston - Don't Leave Me This Way

"What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music." - Soren Kierkegaard

and for my little nod to Cinco de Mayo

2 days i'll never get back

other than 8 stellar innings pitched by Phil Hughes on Saturday, this weekend has been a complete waste of my life. i'll start with one of the very few positives....

the Yankees won on Saturday, 4-2. they of course followed that up today and lost 5-4. they lose the series and finish the home stand 7-3. and, as always as it seems these days, add another injury to the list. and i know, 7-3 isn't bad, but it's not as good as 8-2 would have looked. and today was a winnable game.

the New York Rangers lost a heart breaker on Saturday in overtime, 1-0. they can't score on the power play to save their lives. and at times they have looked completely lifeless. i hope MSG breathes some life into them on Monday, or this could be a very short playoff run.

Manchester United did show up today against Chelsea. but, since they have nothing to play for, they did exactly that. lost 1-0. a little irritating to see those blue fuckers celebrating at Old Trafford to say the least. it would have been nice to put a wrench into Chelsea finishing in the top 4. oh well.

i enjoyed the parts of Saturday Night Live i was awake for. the same goes for ROH.

i did watch the Kentucky Derby. the horse that i picked to win finished nowhere near the top. the horse that did win was one of the horses i liked, so there's that i guess.

i managed to get the trash out without wrenching my back. i suppose that's a positive.

we did get about 30 seconds of drizzle so far this weekend. thankfully, it looks like all the corn will be planted by tonight.

but since we've had a pretty good mixture of moisture and warm weather, it looks like i'll be mowing the grass long before i wanted to again. i suppose mom will like that for Mother's Day.

i really hope the Sunday night shows on HBO and Showtime lift my mood this evening. or, this could be one of my infamous angry sleeping nights. that usually makes for some interesting poetry. 4 hours of tossing and turning can do that at times. and that will absolutely suck if it happens, knowing there's about a thousand things i want to do on Monday. figures.

oh yeah, happy cinco de who gives a shit.

music today:

Ana Tijoux - La Bala
Tori Amos - Crucify

"What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music." - Soren Kierkegaard