so, yeah... my left shoulder is killing me, i think it might be a pinched nerve. my left elbow is killing me, i have no fucking clue what that is. my right knee is killing me, i believe that is all arthritis. and given all that pain and a bad back, today was one of those days spent in the massage chair hoping the ice freezes my spinal cord so the central nervous system no longer works. somedays i get really lucky and the ice does the trick. and then there are the days where nothing fucking works, even alcohol, and depression enters the room and sets up shop. now, don't worry, i'm not suicidal. i doubt that creeps in my mind anytime before my mother leaves this earth. i don't think i want her to be the one to find me whenever that (if ever) happens. what concerns me is my lack of wanting to be creative anymore when the darkness comes. it seems like all the water has been squeezed from the rock now. and tends to let me try to think about an unknown future. and as much as that should excite my imagination, the depression doesn't allow such nonsense. so yeah, welcome to Tuesday...
The Voice was good last night. i believe tonight is the end of the blinds.
Perry Mason was very good last night.
Monday Night Raw was good last night. hard to believe WrestleMania is just over a week away.
the New York Knicks lost last night at home to Minnesota, 140-134.
here are your NBA highlights from last night:
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be NXT, two episodes of MLW, The Voice and That's My Jam.
the New York Rangers have a huge game tonight at home against Carolina.
i just saw the news that Mustapha Amzil is transferring from Dayton. he will always be remembered for that shot against Kansas. hopefully, he lands in a good place and has plenty of success.
i need to get dinner going and get all the trash picked up tonight.
i should be on here tomorrow after i get the grocery shopping done.
until then 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.
hay una cierta mujer que me puede hacer feliz
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:
Taylar Elizza Beth & WD4D - The Beast / Day 117
Alanis Morissette - Uninvited
Larkin Poe - Beach Blonde Bottle Blues
Miranda Lambert - Gunpowder & Lead
Ashley Monroe - Weed Instead of Roses
"My passion and energy get mistaken for anger." - Gary Oldman
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
what do you mean it's not supposed to rain again until Monday?
welcome to the 10th day of National Poetry month. today, i want to shine a little light on the YouTube channel Spoken Verse. i have been a fan of this channel for years. the videos are good and the voice over for the poems is excellent. here are a few videos for you:
do yourself a favor and subscribe to this channel.
i didn't watch much of the Yankees game last night. i guess CC had one bad inning and just like last year, the offense couldn't overcome it. a 6-3 loss to lose the series to the Blue Jays. tonight, the Red Sox come to town. you'd think i'd be all geeked up for a game against the rivals. seeing that the game starts in a few minutes, i really couldn't give a shit. i suppose if i need another nap, i'll watch a few innings.
the New York Rangers started off great after receiving the President's Trophy. but once Ottawa scored 2 goals pretty quickly in the second period, the Rangers decided to play the game like it was a scrimmage. don't get anyone hurt. so they lost 3-0. they play again tomorrow afternoon in Washington. another game that won't mean shit. at this point, i just want to know who they will face in the playoffs.
my fantasy hockey championship match has taken a turn for the worse. i have no clue how i'm going to pull this one out. i haven't given up hope, but it looks like second place once again.
The Big Bang Theory was good last night. Louie and The Comedians were really good as well. and Lip Sync Battle was certainly better than it should have been:
tonight on the DVR will be the latest episode of Vice on HBO. best news show on television.
i had to take mom to the doctor this morning. she was on a call for her job on the drive to the doctor. so, i had no music to listen to. that made for an interesting battle with pain. she didn't break anything, thankfully. after that, we loaded up some more shit from the farm and took it to Goodwill. now (hopefully) all that is left goes either in the trash or to the new house. i suppose we are now in the final stretch.
that's all for me today. the storms are gone until Monday. the power went out for like 15 seconds yesterday. it also knocked out the phone and internet for a few hours. our neighbor said that hardly ever happens over here. i told mom it was clearly obvious that we brought the ghosts with us.
hope everyone has a great weekend. get drunk and go fuck something that coughs.
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:
Arcade Fire - Wake Up
Miranda Lambert - Gunpowder & Lead
Hozier - Take Me to Church
Shinedown - Sound of Madness
The New Basement Tapes - Down On the Bottom
"Any great warrior is also a scholar, and a poet, and an artist." - Steven Seagal
i had a hard time falling asleep last night. it used to be that the sound of rain would put me to sleep. now, it's nothing but pain for me. so when i heard it raining at three in the morning, i knew i was going to be in for a long day. that's pretty much exactly what it has been.
i did make it to the bank to make a deposit. there wasn't much going on at the bank. i still go to the one in the town i grew up in. and honestly, that fucking town is more or less on its last legs. hopefully the last business out remembers to turn off the lights.
a big thank you to my buddy Sam Roberts for what he sent me today. i finally got the stickers i ordered back in May with a big surprise... an autographed Hulk Hogan picture. that's what i call a fucking cool early Christmas present.
i advanced to the finals in my fantasy football playoff game last night. i ended up winning by 10. of course, the winning points didn't come until the end of the game. needless to say, i was a bit pissy all night. but, the Saints did win the game (31-15) so that victory beer helped calm me down.
The Voice was really good last night. when i saw the original performance from Matt on team Adam, i knew after it was over that he was going to win it this year. the song and performance blew me away. if he doesn't win tonight, i will be totally fucking shocked.
Monday Night Raw was just as good as it was bad. i did like the ending though. Brock Lesnar beating the piss out of John Cena and then the handshake between Paul Heyman and Seth Rollins. hopefully that means some great things in the future. i heard the rumor that they are thinking about cutting the show back to 2 hours. that would be a very smart move as the writers obviously can't fill 3 hours at all.
i caught most of Men in Blazers. fucking hilarious as always. i did love their take on the Manchester United game.
tonight is yet another clusterfuck on television for me. Smackdown is live tonight, so i'll try to watch some of that. but, of course it will be on at the same time as The Voice finale and the New York Rangers game in Calgary. i tell ya, i'm going to get that damn Elvis wall of televisions sometime before i fucking die.
since mom wanted a few of the songs from The Voice last night, i had a little fun on iTunes today. i figure i hadn't bought anything from there for a few months, so it was ok. all the songs you'll see below came from there.
i think i'm going to start wrapping gifts tomorrow. i just use newspaper to do it. i try to avoid the obituaries... try.
if all that goes well for me, i may try to do a little writing and maybe get one last submission out there before the end of the year. i've got a few poems swimming in my head. at least the words are up there. i guess i need to turn them into something.
that's all for me today. it's supposed to start getting colder here again. almost like mother nature remembers it's supposed to be winter or something here. hopefully the heat in the great room keeps on working.
thanks again to all three of you for allowing me to waste a few minutes of your precious time.
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:
The New Basement Tapes - When I Get My Hands On You
Mark Ronson w/Bruno Mars - Uptown Funk
Miranda Lambert - Gunpowder & Lead
Matt McAndrew - Wasted Love
TV on the Radio - Careful You
"Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves." - Bill Hicks
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