the joy of back pain...

 remember how i was going to have the blog done before my sister got down here, etc. etc... well, the joy of a bad back is when that happens, your day just turns to shit. 

now, i did manage to get the poems out this morning. i sent out 11 poems; 3 each to Terror House Magazine and The Beatnik Cowboy; 5 poems to Synchronized Chaos (already accepted for publication). when i hear back from the other places, i will pass along the verdicts.

so, the Yankees got swept last night, losing yet again to the Toronto, 6-4. the Yankees now are clinging to a playoff spot by 1/2 game. they are on fucking life support. they start a series tonight at the Mets, and given what tomorrow is, it should an emotional roller coaster.

Vice News Tonight had another great week of shows.

Big Brother went as i expected it to last night. Claire got evicted and then Alyssa went in the second eviction. so, The Cookout is the final 6, all of whom are black. i don't mind that at all, but i can't remember Big Brother ever having 6 minorities on the show ever to begin with, so what they did was never possible before. now, it will be fun to watch them have to destroy each other.

Holey Moley was great last night.

When Nature Calls was hilarious last night.

What We Do in the Shadows was crazy last night.

Dark Side of the Ring was the sneak peek of the new episodes starting next week.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Smackdown, AEW Rampage and Real Time with Bill Maher. i'll watch 205 Live sometime tonight on Peacock.

so, not only is tomorrow the 20th anniversary of 9/11 it is also a crazy fucking sports day for me. Manchester United will play in the morning and that will mark the glorious (hopefully) return to the club of CR7. after that game, the Ohio State vs. Oregon game will be on. so, i am really going to try to get the blog done before all of that starts tomorrow. if not, it will come after it is all done.

my sister brought me some hockey cards she found. she paid $5 for them. i paid her the $5 and there was about $20 worth of cards in the packs. that made me pretty happy.

so, mom wanted me to go out with her to check on the tomatoes this afternoon. of course, i look away to pick some of the cherry tomatoes and she falls down somehow into the grass. this shit frustrates the living shit out of me. i try to explain to her, she can't do more than one thing at a time. and i mean it that exact way. if you are going to think, then do that first. then walk. you can't do both at the same time. i'm just happy she didn't fall on the concrete porch as i'm sure she would have broken something. my sister came out when she heard me say god dammit as loud as i could. good times.

i am going to make some burgers for dinner tonight. i have no clue if my sister will be eating dinner with us or her friends. 

i hope everyone has a great weekend. 

until tomorrow kids...

fight the power.

fuck racism.

fuck hatred.

fuck the police.

black lives matter.

stay healthy.

wash your fucking hands.

stay socially distant.

get the shot.

y te preguntas porque quiero morir pronto

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:

Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band - Night Moves

Tom Petty - You Don't Know How It Feels

Ted Hawkins - Long As I Can See The Light

Muddy Waters - Champagne & Reefer (Live)

Green Day - Rock and Roll All Nite (Live)

"The road to success is always under construction." - Arnold Palmer

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

without knowing it, another suicide averted...

apparently, the muse actually reads this blog from time to time. i found that out in our 2 1/2 hour conversation last night. she told me that i make her sound like this horrible person in these posts. i don't think i do, but, allow me to set the record straight. the muse is the most amazing woman i know. she is my best friend. she is the love of my life. she is strong, sexy, confident, intelligent as fuck, weird in a incredibly sexy way and last of all, a bad ass that i have been lucky enough to share so many tender moments with... even if we don't have this amazing, magical relationship that i have dreamt about for years now, we will be friends until the day i die. and i don't tell her this, but it's true. each time we have a long talk and we share things and i get closer, it's another day where killing myself gets shuffled down the list of things to do. she has had so many different life experiences than me, listening to her gives me so many things to write about... having her in my life at all is a fucking gift. last night was a perfect example. after our conversation, i got this thought in my head for a poem. about 2 hours later, i had the whole thing mapped out and was writing it down. i really like it. the muse finally read the poem i sent her the other day. she thought is was just an apology. when she read it again, she realized it was a poem. she did give me permission to get it published, so that will go out one of these days. and then once it gets published, it might become my next SoundCloud recording. so, to the muse, you beautiful soul, i love you and i always will. i just hope one day you decide i am worthy of your love.

the New Orleans Saints lost yesterday at home to Tampa Bay, 48-40. the defense was just god fucking awful. i really thought this was going to be the year the Saints actually started the season with a win. oh well. they are at home next week against Cleveland. if they start this season 0-2, it might be time to blow it the fuck up.

the New York Yankees pissed away chance after chance yesterday and lost at Seattle, 3-2. they play again tonight in Minnesota.

Big Brother was pretty good last night.

the season finale of Power was excellent last night. and then that fucking ending. i can't wait for the next season.

The Deuce was great last night.

Ballers was good last night.

Insecure was fucking great last night.

Last Week Tonight was hilarious.

Shameless was excellent last night.

Kidding was fucking hilarious and weird, at the same time. it was pretty much what i was expecting.

America to Me was really good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

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

there's a doubleheader on Monday Night Football tonight. first game is the Jets vs. Lions and then the Raiders vs. Rams. i do hope the Jets win as that is mom and the muse's favorite team.

i got to sleep last night this morning. it was probably 5:45 when i got done with the last show of the night. i was up at 10 this morning.

our rain total from Friday afternoon to Sunday night was 11.7 inches.

that's all for me kids. i'm falling asleep trying to write this. time for a fucking nap.

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

Espero que estas palabras te hagan sonreír

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:

Dag Nabbit - It Can't Be So
Tori Amos - Angie
Brick - Dazz

"The road to success is always under construction." - Arnold Palmer

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

it must have come in with the rain

so as i was watching the third rain delay of the Yankees game last night, i was mumbling about the umpires truly fucked this one up. fast forward a few hours and as an obvious penalty doesn't get called in favor of Manchester United, the bad mojo becomes obvious. so now i'm in my room trying to play music to drown out the noise from the children and my sister's friends. i don't like people when i'm normal, why the fuck on earth would people expect me to like them when i'm pissed?

the New York Yankees did win last night, 7-5. that's 6 in a row and 10 games over .500 finally. they are now 1 game out of a playoff spot. hopefully they keep the ball rolling this afternoon.

Treehouse Masters was pretty cool last night. it was a montage of different treehouses from around the world.

NJPW was excellent last night.

the USA beat Canada last night, 4-2, in a World Cup of Hockey exhibition game. the game was chippy and physical as hell. that's exactly how the USA has to play if they want to get a medal in this competition. plus, anytime you fucking beat Canada, it's a great day.

so i woke up pretty damn early this morning to watch Manchester United play. i wish the players would have done the same. United was badly outplayed by Shitty in the first half. the only reason the score was 2-1 was Shitty's goalie making a mistake that ended up in the back of the net. United made a couple changes at halftime and really played much better in the second half. but, no luck in scoring. talk about starting my weekend with a shitty taste in my mouth.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be ROH and Star Wars: The Force Awakens.

i was hoping my sister would have had a better reaction to the coffee i got her. she mostly looked like she couldn't care less. i probably won't bother to ask if she makes it or not. i guess she'll enjoy the liquor though. i got her that as the gift from mom.

Ohio State plays Tulsa this afternoon. hopefully the damn kids are gone by then and Ohio State wins again.

i figure i will watch the college football game tonight played at the NASCAR track in Bristol, Tennessee. that should be pretty amazing.

i took mom to the chiropractor this morning. she can barely walk. i told her that she needs to call her doctor on Monday and get the fucking MRI done as quickly as possible. the two times she has gotten worse was both times after the prednisone ran out. so i'm guessing it's going to either be injections or surgery or both after the MRI. good times.

so most of this weekend i think i will be helping her.

i hope everyone has a great Saturday. call if you need bail money.

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:

Lucero - I Woke Up In New Orleans
Andrew Belle - Dive Deep
Stevie Ray Vaughan & Double Trouble - Life by the Drop
Guided by Voices - Dig Through My Window

"It is a rare and difficult attainment to grow old gracefully and happily." - Arnold Palmer

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

busy doing nothing

since some people that tell me they love me think i'm just bullshitting myself with this poetry thing, i wanted to pass on the news that i sent out 30 poems today. 5 each to Carcinogenic Poetry, 5 AM, and Presa Magazine; 3 each to Napalm and Novocain, Pyrokinection, Dead Snakes, The Camel Saloon, and Fuck Art, Let's Dance. when i hear back from these places, i'll pass along the verdicts here on the blog.

i talked to my sister today. she's been really getting into this ancestry.com shit. i humored her and my mother and did that DNA kit for them. i'm not really interested with the results unless it's something other than what i've been told all my life. i believe i am part Irish, Scottish, and German. if it comes back different than that, i might be mildly amused. my sister on the other hand is tracing shit back to the middle ages. good for her. i don't really want to know about the long line of assholes and alcoholics we came from.

made my football picks today and juggled both of my fantasy football teams a little. as usual, i have some injury concerns and i'm trying to take advantage of players being let go way too early by owners. that's usually how you win a championship.

the Yankees lost last night 4-3. i might have watched a few innings but that was it. i doubt i watch that much tonight.

we're under a tornado watch for tonight. that should make things interesting as there is a line of fuck you storms supposed to come through the area tonight. i hate night storms. they tend to come out of fucking nowhere.

Big Brother last night was pretty good. i did find myself laughing a few times. i can't wait to see the looks on their faces tonight when they realize the last week of the show has to be played again, all in one night. and hopefully, fucking Frankie gets evicted tonight. please.

i also watched Inside the NFL last night. it certainly isn't the show i grew up watching.

i'm really looking forward to The Bridge tonight. hopefully the storms stay away until i've seen the episode.

that's really all for me today. i've got some podcasts to go listen to and a weather radar to go watch. thanks again for allowing me to waste a few minutes of your precious time.

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:

Steve Earle - Colorado Girl
Drive-By Truckers - Grand Canyon
K's Choice - Not an Addict

"Concentration comes out of a combination of confidence and hunger." - Arnold Palmer