i went to the bank this morning to make a deposit. no big deal, there was a little rain but thankfully it wasn't freezing rain. as i was coming out of the bank, i noticed this contractor talking to the police in the parking lot. as i got in the Highlander, the cop was leaving and this old guy comes racing out of the bank. he starts yelling at the contractor, you fucking asshole, you stole money out of my account, i should punch you in the fucking face. i was like, i guess i can wait around for a bit. the old guy was probably in his 70's, the contractor was maybe late 30's. the old guy got into the contractor's van. the contractor got out and got on his phone. i started the Highlander and left, obviously there wasn't going to be the violence i could have another book of poems about. oh well.
i did write 1 poem last night. i have 5 in the unpublished file. i'd love to get another 5 so i can send to a couple different places.
Smackdown was excellent last night.
Real Time with Bill Maher was great last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be AEW Collision, Saturday Night Live and Austin City Limits.
the Dayton Flyers play today at home against Loyola Chicago. hopefully, Dayton will end their losing streak today.
the USMNT takes on Venezuela today in a friendly.
the New York Rangers play tonight at home against Columbus.
a big thank you to John Sweet. he sent me several of his books. i'm thinking of it as an early birthday gift.
the NFL playoffs start back up today. Houston at Kansas City and Washington at Detroit.
i will hopefully be on here tomorrow after Manchester United plays in the morning.
i hope everyone has a great Saturday.
until tomorrow kids...
fight the power.
fuck racism.
fuck hatred.
fuck war.
fuck the police.
black lives matter.
stay healthy.
wash your fucking hands.
stay off the fucking streets.
get the fucking shot.
El último fin de semana antes de que la distopía vuelva a ser normal
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:
Next of Kin - Mean Streak
Destroyer w/Fiver - Bologna
Sharon Van Etten - Seventeen
Dorothy - Flawless
Melissa Etheridge - Bring Me Some Water
"A writer wants something more than money for his work: he wants permanence." - A.A. Milne
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
it seems like i have had a bad back forever. it is probably more like over 20 years now. i have a knot in the middle of my back that i can't get loose. warm water didn't help. stretching, ice, etc., nothing. so, today has been one of those pain management days. joy. just what i wanted 3 days before my birthday.
i did have a very good conversation with an old friend this morning. she wants to give me a birthday present. now, i just have to figure out how to get to where she lives. good times.
AEW Dynamite was very good last night.
I Can See Your Voice was good last night.
here are your NBA highlights from last night:
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be NJPW.
the New York Rangers play tonight at Las Vegas.
got some good news last night on a potential poetry project. i have a good feeling about this one. hopefully, it will be coming out in late spring (fingers fucking crossed). i have to send some more poems, which i should get around to later tonight, most likely.
we are supposed to get some snow, so i figure when it gets bad, that will be when Rite Aid texts me to let me know my prescription is ready to pick up. and considering it is the shot i take for my type 2 diabetes, i kind of have to go get it.
i should be on here tomorrow in the afternoon.
i hope everyone is staying warm and is safe.
until tomorrow kids...
fight the power.
fuck racism.
fuck hatred.
fuck war.
fuck the police.
black lives matter.
stay healthy.
wash your fucking hands.
stay off the fucking streets.
get the fucking shot.
como un elefante sentado en mi espalda
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:
The Last Dinner Party - Nothing Matters
Creekbed Carter Hogan - If I Was
Buffalo Tom - Late At Night
Talking Heads - This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody) (Live)
Adrianne Lenker - Sadness As a Gift
"No sensible author wants anything but praise." - A.A. Milne
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
it warmed up enough to melt everything around here today. i went out to Big Lots since i had a 20% off coupon that was expiring soon. i found everything i was looking for and kept everything under $30. i got 5 packs of baseball cards and i got some pretty nice 2021 Topps Update Series rookies in them.
i'm not going to the basketball game tonight. my back is not really good enough right now to be able to sit that long at a game. it always gets like this in the winter. and it never fails that my back will be killing me around my birthday anymore. good times. at least the Dayton Flyers game tonight against St. Bonaventure will be on ESPN+.
i did watch a little of the NFL playoff game between the Rams and Cardinals last night. it wasn't much of a game to be honest. the Rams won, 34-11.
Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night.
Kenan was pretty funny last night.
That's My Jam was fucking hilarious last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be NXT.
i should be on here tomorrow before i do the grocery shopping. i'm guessing that by the time i get the grocery shopping done, Manchester United will be playing.
i need to get the trash picked up and figure out what the fuck i'm making for dinner tonight. 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.
alguien tiene cocaina
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:
Wolf Parade - You Are a Runner and I Am My Father's Son
David Byrne & Yo La Tengo - Who Has Seen The Wind
Red Wanting Blue - Cocaine (Live)
Tom Waits - Chocolate Jesus
Lou Reed - See That My Grave Is Kept Clean (Live)
"A writer wants something more than money for his work: he wants permanence." - A.A. Milne
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
