took my truck in this morning to get fixed and got a phone call from the mechanic around noon. apparently my power steering was leaking bad, both of my front brakes are fucked and both wheels are fucked as well. he was a bit shocked that i was able to drive it there at all. i really can't wait to see how much all of this is going to cost. and there's a really good chance i'll be without a vehicle until next week. joy.
throw in a pointless argument with the muse this morning and weather that is hot and miserable; and you can surely imagine my mood.
which is really sad as i was overjoyed beyond belief last night at how the Stanley Cup was decided. to watch Boston blow a 2-1 lead in the last minute or so of a game at home that they needed to win to force game 7 was as shocking as it was purely fucking beautiful. congrats to Chicago on being the best team all season long.
now i can start turning my attention to the NBA and NHL drafts and baseball. the Yankees play against Texas tonight. not sure if i really want to watch or not.
i will be watching Deadliest Catch this evening.
Monday Night Raw was really good again last night. after seeing who is going to be in the Money in the Bank ladder match, i'm damn near tempted to order it. and congrats to Daniel Bryan on another incredible night of performing. i truly hope they give him another title run SOON.
and a little alert to anyone who wastes their time reading this blog, my 1 weird, guilty pleasure tv obsession starts back up soon, Big Brother. sadly, i've been hooked on this show for years. if i actually had any ambition, i would try out for it.
so most of today has been spent playing sad music while watching porn and trying to stay cool. we're under a severe thunderstorm watch at the moment. i doubt we get anything. the crops and mom's new flowers could use some rain though.
hope everyone is good.
music today:
Bon Iver - For Emma, Forever Ago
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Push The Sky Away
Beth Orton - Sugaring Season
TV on the Radio - Nine Types of Light
"Freedom is the right to tell people what they do not want to hear." - George Orwell
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Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Thursday, August 23, 2012
behind the curtains
a poet once told me that other poets enjoy my work because i write about things that no one else would ever touch. like embarrassing situations, bathroom horror stories, etc. etc. with that in mind, i figure this blog shouldn't be any different. so now, welcome behind the curtains...
woke up at 7 this morning. fed the cats and birds. i did get to see my cat Rita Dove's two new kittens. they poked their heads out from the box they are in. hopefully there are only 2. took a massive shit afterwards. this is where i want you to keep in mind i have a bad back. watched a little of the Dan Patrick Show and decided i would head into town to get the mail and maybe some breakfast.
went to the post office, hoping to find a letter i've been waiting for, which of course wasn't there. i did get a nice letter from my old friend Michelle Aiello. you can find her site at indigozine.com. shop around and help her out. then headed to McDonald's for a little breakfast. picked up the paper at the end of my lane and then back to the house.
of course McDonald's got my order wrong. but, what they gave me cost 60 cents more than what i paid for. ha, ha, i'm thinking. i'm winning. this is what i get for fucking thinking.
cut to 30 minutes later and me racing to the bathroom with diarrhea. most of it made the bowl. after getting cleaned up and bemoaning my life, i now had an unexpected load of laundry to do. got that started, put on some clean clothes and waited. amazingly, i didn't have to shit again right away. WHEW!
after my laundry was done, i got the 7 poems i wrote yesterday to type up. halfway through the process, i had to shit again. no mess this time. this was like trying to fit boulders through a strainer. here's the part of the story where you should know i bleed easy.
got the poems finally typed up and got a phone call from my friend in California. she's trying to get herself off the drugs various doctors over the years have mind fucked her with. needless to say the phone calls are a little interesting.
now a check of email, various surveys to fill out (this is how i make my feeble living for the most part. most of them don't pay cash, so i take the amazon.com gift codes instead. might as well get something i can use.) and then onto my blog.
for anyone who thought i had it made, fuck you.... and you're welcome for the visuals
the Yankees thankfully won't lose today as they are off. thanks to riveraveblues.com for reminding me that any season the Yankees have had a 6 1/2 game lead in the division they have won it (the lead that was 10 a few weeks ago is now down to 3) and the last time they were swept in Chicago they won the World Series (2009). it doesn't make it any better, but this isn't my first rodeo. i didn't become a Yankee fan in the late 90's. i've been with them since the early 80's. just the normal bumps in the road during the dog days. doesn't mean i'll bitch any less or quieter though. just sayin'...
and for a blast of the past, enjoy this poem social anxiety disorder
music today:
Etta James - The Best Of
Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa - Don't Explain
Stevie Ray Vaughn & Double Trouble - Blues At Sunrise
The Black Crowes - Shake Your Money Maker
"Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself." - Emile M. Cioran
woke up at 7 this morning. fed the cats and birds. i did get to see my cat Rita Dove's two new kittens. they poked their heads out from the box they are in. hopefully there are only 2. took a massive shit afterwards. this is where i want you to keep in mind i have a bad back. watched a little of the Dan Patrick Show and decided i would head into town to get the mail and maybe some breakfast.
went to the post office, hoping to find a letter i've been waiting for, which of course wasn't there. i did get a nice letter from my old friend Michelle Aiello. you can find her site at indigozine.com. shop around and help her out. then headed to McDonald's for a little breakfast. picked up the paper at the end of my lane and then back to the house.
of course McDonald's got my order wrong. but, what they gave me cost 60 cents more than what i paid for. ha, ha, i'm thinking. i'm winning. this is what i get for fucking thinking.
cut to 30 minutes later and me racing to the bathroom with diarrhea. most of it made the bowl. after getting cleaned up and bemoaning my life, i now had an unexpected load of laundry to do. got that started, put on some clean clothes and waited. amazingly, i didn't have to shit again right away. WHEW!
after my laundry was done, i got the 7 poems i wrote yesterday to type up. halfway through the process, i had to shit again. no mess this time. this was like trying to fit boulders through a strainer. here's the part of the story where you should know i bleed easy.
got the poems finally typed up and got a phone call from my friend in California. she's trying to get herself off the drugs various doctors over the years have mind fucked her with. needless to say the phone calls are a little interesting.
now a check of email, various surveys to fill out (this is how i make my feeble living for the most part. most of them don't pay cash, so i take the amazon.com gift codes instead. might as well get something i can use.) and then onto my blog.
for anyone who thought i had it made, fuck you.... and you're welcome for the visuals
the Yankees thankfully won't lose today as they are off. thanks to riveraveblues.com for reminding me that any season the Yankees have had a 6 1/2 game lead in the division they have won it (the lead that was 10 a few weeks ago is now down to 3) and the last time they were swept in Chicago they won the World Series (2009). it doesn't make it any better, but this isn't my first rodeo. i didn't become a Yankee fan in the late 90's. i've been with them since the early 80's. just the normal bumps in the road during the dog days. doesn't mean i'll bitch any less or quieter though. just sayin'...
and for a blast of the past, enjoy this poem social anxiety disorder
music today:
Etta James - The Best Of
Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa - Don't Explain
Stevie Ray Vaughn & Double Trouble - Blues At Sunrise
The Black Crowes - Shake Your Money Maker
"Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself." - Emile M. Cioran
Saturday, July 14, 2012
wouldn't you know it
so i was writing this blog post in my head last night as i was watching the Yankees fail for something like the millionth time this season with a runner in scoring position. then a double, a walk and a hanging curve and i could simply imagine John Sterling going ape shit on the radio when Tex hit the 3 run homer to tie the game. then, someone commandeered Russell Martin's uniform and got what turned out to be the winning hit and threw out a runner in the top of the 9th with a perfect throw to second base for the final out. how i hope that's the Russell Martin that plays for the entire second half.
i have no clue how much longer the smoke and mirrors approach can last but i will enjoy it for the time being. of course, i kind of want them to hit home runs like this in the playoffs just so i can watch all these baseball "experts" bitch and moan endlessly that that's not how the game was meant to be played.
sweaty Freddy Garcia goes today. fingers are crossed.
in other news
stumbled upon a band yesterday that i really, really like. Delta Rae.
trying to figure out how i can keep this hot streak going with my writing. this is starting to remind me of my mid 20's again. oh, the glorious past. whiskey, strange women, the city of Chicago and wasted potential. guess we'll see if i have learned anything in this life.
enter your cliche about time here
music this morning:
Nine Inch Nails - With Teeth
Delta Rae - Live at Lincoln Theater
"Admiration for a quality or an art can be so strong that it deters us from striving to possess it." - Friedrich Nietzsche
i have no clue how much longer the smoke and mirrors approach can last but i will enjoy it for the time being. of course, i kind of want them to hit home runs like this in the playoffs just so i can watch all these baseball "experts" bitch and moan endlessly that that's not how the game was meant to be played.
sweaty Freddy Garcia goes today. fingers are crossed.
in other news
stumbled upon a band yesterday that i really, really like. Delta Rae.
trying to figure out how i can keep this hot streak going with my writing. this is starting to remind me of my mid 20's again. oh, the glorious past. whiskey, strange women, the city of Chicago and wasted potential. guess we'll see if i have learned anything in this life.
enter your cliche about time here
music this morning:
Nine Inch Nails - With Teeth
Delta Rae - Live at Lincoln Theater
"Admiration for a quality or an art can be so strong that it deters us from striving to possess it." - Friedrich Nietzsche
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