so, my mother last night asked me to do the dishes. i wish she would have asked me sooner, as there was a couple days worth of dishes to do. but, i did them, knowing damn well, no good deed ever goes unpunished. my back has been killing me for the last 16 hours or so. i have stretched, iced, slept in the massage chair, etc. it still feels like shit. so yeah, i won't be going to the basketball game tonight. joy.
mom's doctor's appointment went well yesterday. the doctor believes mom needs a life alert system now. so, that will be fun to figure out the best one of those to have. the appointment was long as hell, so i missed all of the Manchester United game yesterday.
Manchester United defeated Aston Villa, 1-0, to advance in the FA Cup.
the New York Rangers lost last night to the Kings, 3-1. it was a rather listless performance for the most part.
i did watch some of the national championship game last night. congrats to Georgia for winning their first title since 1980.
both episodes of Kenan were pretty funny last night.
That's My Jam was hilarious last night.
Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be NXT.
the Dayton Flyers play tonight at home against Saint Louis. hopefully, Dayton will find a way to get a win.
i will probably be on here tomorrow after i get the grocery shopping done.
i had to call the dealership today to get an appointment for an oil change for the Highlander. i about shit when they told the earliest appointment they had was January 26th.
i haven't heard back from anyone on my insurance fuck up yet. i'd really love to get this solved and not spend a whole fucking day on the phone doing it.
i need to pick up the trash and figure out what is for dinner.
until tomorrow kids...
fight the power.
fuck racism.
fuck hatred.
fuck the police.
black lives matter.
stay healthy.
wash your fucking hands.
stay socially distant.
get the fucking shot.
la carrera por la muerte está en marcha
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:
Elvis Presley - Are You Lonesome Tonight?
Metallica - Am I Evil?
Reignwolf - Are You Satisfied?
Lucero - What Are You Willing to Lose?
Pixies - Where Is My Mind?
"I wanted an electric train for Christmas but I got the saxophone instead." - Clarence Clemons
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
i woke up this morning to see a decent amount of snow in the grass. thankfully the pavement and sidewalks were still too warm for the snow to stick. and they are saying that by this time tomorrow, we'll be having thunderstorms. welcome to the fucking apocalypse.
here is your poetry for this day in National Poetry Month:
saw my new favorite at the bank today. one of these days i will confess to Alexis just how beautiful she is.
the New York Yankees were humming right along yesterday, up 4-1 over Toronto. then the usually steady bullpen shit the bed and gave up two massive home runs over the next 2 innings to turn a sure victory into a defeat, 7-4. the Yankees were supposed to have their home opener today, but the snow nixed that. so, they are going to try tomorrow afternoon to have the opener against Tampa Bay.
i spent a good portion of yesterday going through my records, sending out queries to all the places i had submitted to over the last year or so that i haven't heard back from. i figure if i don't hear back from someone after this query, i'll simply try to send the poems somewhere else and never bother to submit to that place again. i sent out 8 queries and heard back from two of them within a hour of sending the email. this is the job of being a poet that i wish i was rich enough that i could have that little boy that Bukowski said wrote his poems keep track of this shit for me.
Our Cartoon President was hilarious last night. the season finale next week should be great.
Homeland was fucking crazy last night.
Billions was excellent last night.
Here and Now was great last night.
Barry was really good last night.
Silicon Valley was really funny last night.
Last Week Tonight was fucking brilliant as always.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, The Voice and King in the Wilderness. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.
i might watch some of the national championship game tonight between Michigan and Villanova. hopefully it's as good as the women's national championship game yesterday.
i will probably be on here early tomorrow as mom has physical therapy in the afternoon. this is a pretty busy week as i have a doctor's appointment on Wednesday and mom has one with a different doctor on Thursday. good times.
i hope everyone had a great weekend.
follar la nieve
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:
Zapp - More Bounce to the Ounce, Pt. 1
Counting Crows - Round Here
Reignwolf - Are You Satisfied?
Prince - Sometimes It Snows In April
"I am an artist... I am here to live out loud." - Emile Zola
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
i think i actually broke a sweat walking to get the paper this morning. mind you, it was a little after nine in the morning. i doubt i go outside much at all today.
i did do a little poetry work this morning. i believe i have 13 poems i'm going to send out on Monday, most likely. i'm pretty happy with this batch as this is completely going against what i normally do in the summer. i think i have written more in the last 6 weeks than i have in the past five summers combined. i think i may know why as well. more on that in 3 days (what would have been my father's 70th birthday).
the New York Yankees won last night, 3-2. it helps that the Giants made 4 errors and lost their best player in the 4th inning. the two teams play again this afternoon.
Big Brother went how i wanted last night. i'm pretty sure the producers wanted Tiffany to march right back in the house. i wanted Victor to win, mostly because he could at least be a threat to the other guys in the house. thankfully, Victor did win.
if i get bored enough today, i might just send out the poems. i know there's supposed to be some storms later today and probably more tomorrow.
mom went to the grocery store this morning. she isn't back yet, so i bet it's fucking packed.
i hope everyone has a great Saturday. take it easy and then take it again.
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:
Death Valley Dreams - Words Like Fire
Reignwolf - Are You Satisfied?
The Black Crowes - Girl from a Pawnshop
Amy Winehouse - Valerie
Father John Misty - I'm Writing a Novel
"I do a great deal of research - particularly in the apartments of tall blondes." - Raymond Chandler
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