Showing posts with label bop dead city. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bop dead city. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

98 and still counting

when i turned the Dayton Flyers on last night, the game was about 5 minutes old and Saint Louis still hadn't scored. that told me everything i needed to know. i love when a team takes no prisoners and refuses to play down to its competition. Dayton won last night, 85-63. honestly, the game never felt that close. the senior class set the record for most wins and i feel pretty confident that they are nowhere close to being finished this season. most encouraging for me is that Dayton is much closer to being 100% healthy again. music to my ears. they play again this Saturday at home. hopefully this fucking cough will be gone by then.

Smackdown was really good last night. i loved the triple threat match between Bray Wyatt, John Cena and AJ Styles. having Bray win and keep the title should prove that he belongs in that conversation.

205 Live was really good as well last night. i can't wait for Austin Aries to start wrestling again.

Taboo was great last night, as usual. amazingly, the show keeps getting darker. it's slowly filling my Penny Dreadful void.

i did listen to the latest Jim Norton & Sam Roberts podcast. you can check that out by going here:
https://soundcloud.com/jimandsamshow/ep-013-ice-cube-donnell-rawlings

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight. i'll watch NXT sometime tonight on WWE Network.

my favorite radio station got sold to a religious broadcaster yesterday. fuck me.

i heard back from Bop Dead City on my recent poetry submission. they passed on what i sent but would like to see more in the future.

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

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:

Etta James - At Last
Howlin' Wolf - The Red Rooster
Little Milton - Walking the Back Streets and Crying (Live)
Jimmy Ruffin - What Becomes of the Brokenhearted

"I am the type of artist where you can't tell me anything. I have always been that way. I am right. I don't need any input." - Gary Clark, Jr.

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

Friday, February 3, 2017

sunshine, where have you been

we actually had more than a few minutes of sunshine today, so i decided to feed the birds. a couple of the feeders were still frozen, so i only filled the ones i could open easily. i definitely can see me getting rid of some feeders as my arthritis gets worse, that's for sure.

i sent out 28 poems today; 3 to Winedrunk Sidewalk and 5 each to Nerve Cowboy, Moran Press, Bop Dead City, Synchronized Chaos and Otoliths. when i hear back from these places, i will pass along the verdicts.

Fuck, That's Delicious was an extended look at their trip to Japan.

Lip Sync Battle was pretty fucking good last night.

The Big Bang Theory was really funny last night.

Life in Pieces was good as well.

Baskets was brilliant last night. season 2 is just as good as season 1.

the New York Rangers won last night 2-1 in OT over Buffalo. i'm not exactly sure why the Rangers play so much better on the road this season. they now have 18 wins away from home. that leads the entire league.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, NJPW, Treehouse Masters and Real Time with Bill Maher.

the USA men's national team has a soccer friendly tonight against Jamaica. hopefully they can build from their last game and actually score tonight. i know the coach is changing the formation, so that should trigger some good things.

i will probably be on here tomorrow after the Dayton Flyers play at home against Duquesne. the game is a sell out and will be seen on NBCSN.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. be sure you get your Super Bowl bets in on 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:

My Morning Jacket - Tyrone
The Afghan Whigs - Come See About Me
John Lee Hooker - I'm Bad Like Jesse James (Live)

"Russia, France, Germany and China. They revere their writers. America is still a frontier country that almost shudders at the idea of creative expression." - James A. Michener

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