happy fucking holidays

i was trying to get some sleep last night when a poem popped in my head. i wrote it out and thought, ok, now i can sleep. 10 minutes later i had another poem in my head. and this one was one of my rare long ones. it was loosely based on an experience i had in a bar when i was 23 years old. of course, i made the poem much better than the experience was. i typed both of those poems up this morning and really liked them. not sure what i'm going to do with them. i figure i will figure that out in 2016.

the last 12 hours or so have been absolute shit for two sports teams i live and die with. the New York Rangers got back Derek Stepan last night but they once again played like shit, losing to Winnipeg 5-2. they next play on Sunday at home against Washington, who is now 6 points ahead of them.

this morning, Manchester United lost to a team battling relegation, 2-1. totally fucking unacceptable. how the fuck LVG keeps his job is beyond me now. he looks completely disinterested while watching the game and the players reflect that. it's obvious a few of them care, but not nearly enough to make it matter. this is one of those days i'm happy i live over here. if i was over there in Manchester, i might be tempted to do something rather evil to help the squad. from afar, all i can do is bitch and moan and hope something good happens next. they play Chelsea the day after Christmas. oh joy.

thankfully, The Knick last night was excellent. i have no clue if that was the series finale or not, but it certainly felt like it. plenty of twists and turns and story lines wrapping up. plus, the last 10 minutes or so were amazing. if it was the last show of the series, what an excellent series it was.

not sure how my uncle is doing. he's clearly not drinking as much water or fluids as he should be. the excuse is he doesn't want to to go to the bathroom and have another accident. this reminds of what i have learned over the years; pride will kill you before cancer will. i've told my mother i could go over and spell it out clearly for him and just ask him if he wants to die or not. i'm having a hard time understanding why no one gets the urgency of the matter. but, if he dies before Christmas and this family suddenly hates the holiday forever, i suppose... i'll just keep that thought to myself.

enjoy some music kids:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Saturday Night Live, Austin City Limits and ROH.

the Dayton Flyers play tonight at home against Furman. i'm expecting a huge bounce back game from them after stewing for a week after the last loss at home. hopefully i am correct.

i figure we'll probably listen to the New York Jets game on the way home from the basketball game. i know mom would love for the Jets to win tonight. they play the Cowboys.

i suppose i should go eat some lunch and get the rest of the anger out of me. i never try to go into a public situation angry as hell. if those two ever collide, someone will be getting a call for bail money.

i hope everyone has a great Saturday. mine can only go up from here thankfully. of course, a Dayton loss tonight and this blog will be a hate filled shit fest tomorrow that mind end it all.

good times.

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:

Pantera - I'm Broken
Slayer - Seasons in the Abyss
Metallica - Bleeding Me

"First, accept sadness. Realize that without losing, winning isn't so great." - Alyssa Milano

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