my body has declared war

so i woke up this morning to cramps in both of my lower legs. not exactly how i thought i would start my Saturday, but god knows i love a good fucking challenge. my hands aren't working well this morning as arthritis has decided it's running the fucking show today. so much for going to the basketball game at noon. mom said she wasn't going last night because of how cold it is. it was probably at least -15 when i went out to get the paper this morning. as my mother started telling me 20 years ago... growing old is not for sissies.

Vice News Tonight had another great week of shows.

Treehouse Masters was pretty good last night. i never thought i'd see the day of basically everything but a fucking garage in the trees.

team USA beat the Czech Republic yesterday at the World Juniors 9-3 to win the Bronze.

Canada beat Sweden 3-1 to win the Gold medal. Sweden's captain, a draft pick of the New York Rangers, tossed his silver medal into the stands after he got it. i love a guy who hates to lose. of course, i'm sure the Rangers will now trade him at some point and then we get to see him become a star on some other team.

Manchester United won yesterday 2-0 over Derby County to advance to the next round of the FA Cup. the boys left it late, but, as usual here lately, Lingard to the rescue. Lukaku scored the other goal.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be NJPW, ROH and Austin City Limits.

the Dayton Flyers take on UMass at noon today. i really wanted to go but thankfully the game is on national television. hopefully Dayton can win 2 games in a row for the first time this season.

the NFL Playoffs start today. the only game i care about is on tomorrow.

the New York Rangers play tonight out in Arizona. i really hope they put the loss to Chicago behind them and come out with a fucking purpose tonight.

i did write 3 poems yesterday on top of doing the grocery store and getting my laundry done. those were the first poems of 2018. all 3 were about suicide. nice to see i haven't lost my touch. i do plan on doing some poetry work this weekend as i really want to get some submissions out next week.

i hope everyone has a great Saturday.

beber hasta que todo tenga sentido

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:

Father John Misty - Real Love Baby
Cowboy Junkies - Sweet Jane
Elliott Smith - Twilight
Hot Water Music - Radio
Leonard Cohen - Closing Time

"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." - Carl Sandburg

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