death is in the air...

when i saw the news about Aretha Franklin being gravely ill from cancer, my first thought was how celebrities tend to die in threes. then, i saw the news about Jim "The Anvil" Neidhart passing away at just 63 years old. probably one of my favorite wrestling heels from my youth and probably why i still wear my goatee like i do. Aretha isn't dead yet, as of me writing this, so who knows who the three will be.

i wrote 3 poems yesterday. i typed them up and really like them.

my left leg was still bothering me last night. this morning, i spilled hot coffee on it (not on purpose) and felt nothing. i'm wondering now how much of my leg is actually dead. good times.

the New York Yankees won yesterday against Texas, 7-2. they play a make up game tonight against the Mets at home. hopefully they can win tonight and get to 32 games over .500.

Big Brother was pretty good last night. of course, mom and i were watching in the living room and the television just died during the show. i believe the tv was just 10 years old. it almost reminded me of my youth when a picture tube would just go out in the old televisions. it still comes on, but no damn picture. joy. so, of course, mom broke out her consumer reports today to figure out the best television to buy. or, how i like to call it, paralysis by analysis.

Power was excellent last night.

Sharp Objects was really good last night.

Ballers was pretty funny last night.

Insecure was excellent last night. the muse was shocked that i actually watch this show. that made me laugh. if she actually paid attention to what i watch, she would realize i'm probably closer to being black than i am to being white.

Last Week Tonight was fucking hilarious, as usual.

The Affair was heartbreaking last night. the season finale next week should be another gut punch.

Who is America? was fucking ridiculous last night.

Our Cartoon President was hilarious last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and Rest in Power: The Trayvon Martin Story. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.

i mailed the cd i made for the muse today at the post office. now, the true waiting game begins. i have no clue if she actually wrote a letter to me this weekend or not. i'm not going to ask her. it wouldn't do my ego any good for the answer to be shit, i forgot.

i'll be on here sometime tomorrow after i take mom to her eye doctor's appointment. i'm hoping she just needs a new prescription for her glasses. if it's more than that, then it will be time for surgery yet again. joy.

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

¿Alguien realmente está sorprendido de que el presidente sea jodidamente estúpido?

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:

Radiant Children - Life's a Bitch
Jason Isbell - Cover Me Up
Aretha Franklin - Bridge Over Troubled Water (Live)

"I have the perfect cure for a sore throat: cut it." - Alfred Hitchcock

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