who turned the sun off?

this whole damn day has been gloomy, cloudy, and quite honestly, fucking cold. the wind has been whipping so it feels like it has been in the mid 40's the entire time. i had to turn the damn heat back on. fucking crazy. and it's not looking like it's going to get warmer anytime soon. just lovely.

i took an afternoon nap today that i must have needed. i was watching something and next thing i know it's 2 hours later. that should come in handy with some late basketball this evening. i may have that on in the background as i send out some poems via email. at least that sounds like a plan.

i do plan on watching the season finale of The Big Bang Theory tonight. other than that, it will be a night of some baseball, playoff basketball and god knows what else.

the Yankees got what they needed from Tanaka last night. a complete game 4 hitter from him and some runs from the offense to win 4-0. they are playing right now actually as i'm typing this. they have a kid going tonight, making his MLB debut. so do the Mets. this game could be really fucking ugly before too long. hopefully the Yankees win to split the series.

we had a tornado hit a few counties from us last night. i wasn't joking when i said the skies were getting dark. thankfully, they blew up after they passed over us.

i'll have news of some poems being sent out tomorrow, which means a trip to the local post office. depending on when i go, that usually gets interesting. interesting in the please god, kill me before i get that old kind of interesting.

it's kind of shitty that the St. Louis family had to move the funeral of the mother to Sunday because the NHL and whoever else wouldn't move the Rangers game to Saturday night. it's hard to imagine how great this league could be if they weren't so fucking clueless. hopefully the Rangers use that as fuel in their series with Montreal, which also happens to be where the funeral is. they haven't faced each other in the playoffs since 1996. it also means an original six team will be in the finals. hopefully it's the one i want it to be.

not sure when i'll be on here tomorrow. probably the afternoon, hell, maybe early evening like this. kind of depends how much i get done early in the morning. if i choose sleep, i will be typing all afternoon. fun.

hope this finds everyone well. and certainly warmer than here.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Black Sabbath - Heaven and Hell
Pantera - I'm Broken
Lamb of God - Redneck
In This Moment - Whore
Iron Maiden - The Trooper
Metallica - Bleeding Me

"It's not the destination that matters. It's the change of scene." - Brian Eno

say hello to the pain

mowing the grass yesterday was brutal. the grass was way too high in places. the weather was much warmer than they said it would be. and 5 hours of baking in the sun didn't sit too well with me. luckily, expired sunscreen still works just as good so i'm not burnt. just the aches and pains of too much sun when you're fair-skinned and rarely outdoors.

after mowing and a long shower, i sat down to watch the Yankees play. i knew they were in for a long one going against King Felix. but, thankfully, Felix only went 6 and the Yankees came to life. always nice to trail 3-0 and end up winning 4-3. the hammer of god with yet another save. if anyone doubts that Mariano Rivera is one of the greatest pitchers ever, please stop watching baseball.

i did watch most of The Voice last night. thankfully, NBC showed the performances from the previous night in the first hour which really helped me make up my mind on who should be eliminated. needless to say my 2 choices weren't the 2 now gone. i did have 1 right. how Usher's male model is still in the competition is beyond me. i figure this season will come down to if America is in the mood for country (team Blake) or a little of everything (team Adam). Sasha (team Shakira) is probably the only "outsider" that has a chance. hopefully her coach picks the right songs or Sasha picks them for herself.

i was trying to watch Deadliest Catch last night but fell asleep halfway through. when i woke up 10 minutes later i gave up and just went to bed. i think i was out before midnight. and i know i was really tired when i woke up this morning and had no clue that the phone rang at 1:30 in the morning. lord knows i needed the sleep though. i haven't had 6 hours in forever it seems.

i think i'm scrapping my bookstore plans for Sofisticated White Trash. if the book would have been self-published i would have had a much better chance of getting it in some places. looks like the distribution companies have pretty much got the bookstores on lock down for the small guys. so, i'll simply direct as much traffic as i can to Interior Noise Press and hope that some good reviews and word of mouth propel the book down the road.

i figure i will bounce between some sports tonight and probably either some music or some animal shows or some lesser known documentary found while flipping through the channels avoiding commercials. hell, maybe i'll be falling asleep again early. i'm surely getting old now.

music today:

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Push The Sky Away
Youth Lagoon - Wondrous Bughouse

"If you want to make someone feel emotion, you have to make them let go. Listening to something is an act of surrender." - Brian Eno