and then came the rain...

before i get into another rant about how the rain fucks with my entire being, i have some poetry news to get to...

i finally send out the poems i talked about last week. i sent out 22 poems earlier today. 3 each to Red Eft Review and The Beatnik Cowboy; 5 each to Synchronized Chaos (already accepted) and Fourth & Sycamore; 6 poems to Record Magazine. when i hear back from these places, i will pass along the verdicts.

i also wrote 12 poems today while mom was doing her physical therapy. i'll probably type those up sometime tonight.

the New York Rangers won last night over Toronto, 4-1. the story of the game was the Rangers backup goalie stopping 55 fucking shots on his 23rd birthday.

the Grammy Awards were pretty good last night. a little long, but pretty good.

True Detective was fucking great last night.

Crashing was pretty funny last night.

High Maintenance was great last night.

Shameless was excellent last night.

Black Monday was fucking hilarious last night.

SMILF was pretty good last night.

Total Bellas was good last night.

the snow stopped yesterday and eventually changed over to freezing rain. that became just rain this afternoon. we're supposed to get maybe 1 to 2 inches of rain tomorrow. oh joy.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and Celebrity Big Brother. i'll watch Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.

i will probably be on here tomorrow after Manchester United plays PSG in the Champions League.

here are your links for this day of Black History Month:
https://blackfacts.com/fact/first-black-legal-protest-in-america-pressed-by
https://blackfacts.com/fact/whitney-young-jr-national-urban-league-director
https://blackfacts.com/fact/nelson-mandela-is-released
https://blackfacts.com/fact/dudley-edward-richard-1911-2005
https://blackfacts.com/fact/taylor-ruth-carol-1931

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

until tomorrow kids...

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:

Gary Clark Jr. - Pearl Cadillac
Willie Dixon - I Can't Quit You, Baby
Mavis Staples - We Shall Not Be Moved (Live)

"I'm always writing and learning. It's about growth. So I'm growing as a musician, as a guitarist."
                                                                                               - D'Angelo

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