finally, the weekend...

amazingly, i got close to 6 hours of sleep last night. for me, that's the equivalent of getting almost 10. so, i was wide awake this morning. as i was getting ready to come down the stairs, i noticed 4 deer in the backyard. it was pretty funny as they were grazing along and then came up to the fence. i imagined that one of them said, who the fuck put this here. 5 minutes later, they were still figuring out how to get around it. as entertaining as that may be, i got on the computer as i wanted to get my shit done early this morning.

the Rangers won last night, 2-1 in a shootout. watching it was like trying to pull teeth. they were playing a team of guys that should be in the AHL, and were getting outplayed by a mile. but, 2 points is 2 points. here are the only highlights of the game that mattered:

i believe their next game is on Sunday against San Jose. they will have to play much better if they want to get a win in that one.

my mother was crushed by the Jets losing last night. she didn't expect them to win, but to get that close... i think i have created a monster now. she never cared about sports until my passion for them overtook the house. i laugh when my mother starts cussing at the television now. speaking of cussing, my running back from New England basically did fucking nothing last night. so, i'm trailing in both of my fantasy football matches. good times.

in a few hours i'll be on the way to Columbus to watch the Blue Jackets take on Calgary tonight. i have a guy on my fantasy team from each team. i do hope it is a little more exciting than the last one. since the Rangers aren't playing tonight, i won't be looking at the out of town scoreboard as much. not sure where we'll be eating after the game with my sister, but since she's driving, i suppose it's wherever she takes us.

hopefully i'll get home in time to watch the season finale of The Knick on Cinemax and the premiere of the Foo Fighters show on HBO. i get the feeling i'm going to be up late tonight.

thankfully, Manchester United doesn't play until Monday and Ohio State plays at 3:30 pm, so i'll be able to get some sleep.

i should be on here tomorrow before the Ohio State game, unless mom wants to go to the store and then who knows when i'll squeeze in a post.

hope everyone has a great weekend. 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:

Arcade Fire - Wake Up
Nikki Lane - Right Time
Royal Blood - Figure It Out

"Betrayal is the only truth that sticks." - Arthur Miller

a happy birthday to my friend, Steve Burdine. be sure you check out his blog at:
http://artandfoss.blogspot.com/

where does the time go

i guess i have officially decided to sleep well when i'm dead. i was up late last night/this morning doing some writing. i wrote 5 really good poems. let's just say, i really hope i'm not being duped by this woman i met or i'm going to look like a bigger fool than i normally do.

i'll type those up later today sometime.

i did happen to catch the first episode of The Knick last night on Cinemax. really, really good. i think i'm going to enjoy this one. if you can catch it sometime this weekend, i highly urge you to do so.

the Yankees got a rare offensive explosion last night, winning 10-6 over Cleveland. helps that Carlos Beltran hit a grand slam. they play again this afternoon. before the game, they will honor The Warrior, Paul O'Neill. i can't wait to see that.

i did also watch the latest episode of Treehouse Masters last night. i'm wondering if i could make one that is a pool hall. now that would be some badass shit.

it's really starting to get dry out here on the farm. now, i know a good number of you living in a drought just told me to go fuck myself. i just want this great crop we have going out here to continue. if this does happen to be our last harvest, i'd like to go out with a bang.

mom has really increased her looking for a new house in the last few days. i figure she either really wants to move or she is just now realizing that her "vacation" is winding down. let it be known, i come from one giant long line of procrastinators. it's beyond frustrating. i'm more of a make a damn decision and live with the results kind of guy. but it has taken all the fibers of my 38 years on this planet to get to that point.

not sure what else i'm going to be doing this weekend. i'd love to hit up this beer tasting festival nearby, but i doubt that's going to happen. a little thing called money. fuck me.

i do hope everyone is in the beginning of a great weekend. until next time my enemies...

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH. be a good tipper. and be the first motherfucker in line for the revolution.

peace and chicken grease my enemies...

music:

Barbarian Overlords - The Harvester
Street Sweeper Social Club - The New Fuck You
Deftones - Minerva
Rival Sons - Electric Man
Black Sabbath - Heaven and Hell

"I'm either my best friend or my worst enemy." - Whitney Houston

a little story about life on the farm, etc.

so, last night i go to check to see if the back door is locked. i happen to look out the window and see a black cow about 4 feet from the door eating on some weeds. i go to get my mother and tell her "You've gotta fucking see this." She looks out the window and sees nothing, i'm thinking great, i'm having an acid flashback. i hit the outside flood lights and she says "Oh shit!" and flings open the back door. 2 cows and a steer. i go get a flashlight and get all the outside lights on. a phone call and some careful walking in the dark by smell and as far as i know, the cows were back on the farm next door. drenched in sweat, i went upstairs to find a fan and flip between Ring of Honor and Cinemax.

there's a little slice of life in the sticks.

hard to think it's already July 1. but, today is christmas for sports junkies.

NHL and NBA free agency starts.
Old Timer's Day at Yankee Stadium.
EURO 2012 final (My heart says Spain, my gut says Italy, i really just want to be entertained.)

i see a nice long day with the a/c and my chair watching some tv. racing to the computer to confirm some rumors and then a rest period on the shitter. hopefully i won't end up bored out of my mind. hype is such a double edged sword at times.

music this morning:

Matthew Sweet - Time Capsule-The Best of

"You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club." - Jack London