growing old in the digital age...

 i think it was during the Keanu Reeves interview last night, i realized just how fucking old i am now. it becomes this existential crisis of sorts, where i can't escape my head, or thoughts, or the onslaught of nostalgia. i want to believe poems will come flying out of me during this shit. so far, that is not the case. it feels like i am trying to squeeze water out of a rock. and my theory has always been, when the words dry up, i have no use to this planet any longer. part of me thinks this is the holidays doing this. nothing says Christmas with the thought of death in the air.

mom had me go out last night and get some Lee's. she wanted the mashed potatoes for the most part. i had to crunch some numbers with her sodium restrictions, but i found a combo that worked for her. at least she feels better so far this morning.

The Voice was amazing last night. i think the winner is going to be between Girl Named Tom and Wendy Moten. and considering i had both of them in my final 3, i'm fine with either winning.

Monday Night Raw was good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, NXT, I Cane See Your Voice and The Voice season finale.

the New York Rangers play tonight in Colorado. hopefully, the game goes better for them than when they faced each other at MSG the other night.

i think my doctor's appointment today is to go over my blood work results from last week. i think all the numbers were good except for one liver number that is always high. so, it should be a quick appointment, hopefully.

i suppose i should start getting Christmas decorations up soon. of course, i'm not sure if mom wants the Thanksgiving ones put away just yet. oh how i love living in a house of procrastination. 

i'm going to try to get the blog done before i do the grocery shopping tomorrow. 

i need to go shave and shower, so that's all for me kids.

until tomorrow...

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.

al menos se supone que hoy hace más calor

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:

Fleetwood Mac - The Chain

Billy Paul - Me and Mrs. Jones

INXS - Never Tear Us Apart

JD McPherson - Socks

Charlie Stewart - Santa Claus Won't Come This Year

"Nothing ever quite dies, it just comes back in a different form." - Lester Bangs

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