progress... kind of

so, i thought i had charged the battery for the power drill. i mean, it was plugged in for almost 4 days. so when it died while i was trying to drill a hole to hang something in the living room last night, i was a bit pissed. so like any rational red blooded fool, i took out the drill bit and got a hammer and decided to use elbow grease instead. it took way longer than it should have, but everything that was supposed to be put up last night was.

and then in a sudden moment of fuck it, why not, or i was just really tired of the thing popping up on the computer, i upgraded to Windows 10 last night. i believe everything transferred. now, if you are a person who relies on Microsoft for everything, you should enjoy Windows 10. as for myself, this was more of an exercise to prove that i can get a handle on "modern" technology. this coming from a guy who has never sent a text message.

the upgrade happened overnight, so i didn't get nearly as much sleep as i wanted to. thankfully, i got in a good cat nap this morning and i should be good to go.

a little poetry news to pass on. i heard back from Conduit on the poems i sent back in January. they decided to pass on them and didn't send them back as i requested. that made it so much fun yesterday trying to find the 5 poems among the 5 years worth of material i have on one thumb drive. good times.

enjoy some music kids:

and since it is Sunday, time for some culture:

the New York Yankees got some great pitching from Tanaka yesterday and broke out the long ball to beat Toronto 4-1. that puts the Yankees up 1 1/2 games in the division now. they go for the sweep this afternoon.

the season ending episode of Power last night was excellent. a few nice swerves and a oh shit ending that should definitely make for an interesting season three.

ROH was excellent last night. you really can't go wrong with a show that includes Dalton Castle and the Young Bucks.

i believe mom and i are going to try to either get more stuff up on the walls today or put together some shelves in the garage.

on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, Ray Donovan, Masters of Sex, Ballers, The Brink, The Strain and Last Week Tonight.

i hope everyone had a great Saturday. as long as i don't suddenly find that some file is lost in the cloud somewhere, my Saturday was pretty damn good. hopefully all of our Sundays will be as well. currently i'm watching Manchester Shitty take on Chelsea. it's hard watching a game where you hope both teams lose.

enjoy the drinks and the sun. the order you do so is up to you.

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:

The Cure - Lullaby
Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here (Live)
Temple Of The Dog - Say Hello 2 Heaven
INXS - Not Enough Time
Bob Dylan - The Man In Me

"A quote is just a tattoo on the tongue." - William F. DeVault

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

it's good to stay busy when it's really fucking cold

i set out this morning to get the poems out nice and early. little did i know that my stomach had different plans. but, once i got that handled, it was typing time.

i sent out 23 poems today. 3 you might have already seen, as they were published at Dead Snakes. i sent out 5 each to Horror Sleaze Trash, Trailer Park Quarterly, Conduit, and Carcinogenic Poetry. when i hear back from these places i will pass along the verdicts. i've sent to a couple new places to me, so i'm hoping for some good news.

mom was busy/sick today, so i did most of the running around. i knew i better get some cat food as i was really low. i managed to get that. i do love how i intimidate people in public. grow a long goatee and watch people think they better not fuck with you. good times.

i had one young cat die on me today. it must have died overnight as i remember it eating yesterday afternoon. the scary thing is it only got to around -5 with the windchill this morning. i'm wondering how many are going to die when it hits -30 with the windchill tonight. i guess i better bring a shovel along with me tomorrow when i go to feed them.

my left arm isn't getting any better. i'm trying my best to not use it much. i know i see the doctor in a few months. my stubborn ass will probably wait until then, or at least until it falls off.

i watched a few college basketball games last night. i took it as a great sign that the same Ole Miss team that Dayton beat almost won at #1 Kentucky last night.

tonight is another crazy night of television for me. first off will be Lucha Underground. i'm really looking forward to that. then, i'm going to give TNA a shot on their new channel. hopefully it won't be a waste of my time. after that, i'll be watching American Horror Story. i'm so happy that is back. but, of course, i have something else i need to watch at the same time. the New York Rangers are out on the west coast tonight and tomorrow. Anaheim should be a good test for the boys. needless to say, i'll be up late tonight. hopefully drinking a victory beer. mostly to stay warm.

i've done my best to make sure none of the fucking pipes freeze tonight. that's the last fucking thing i need with the farm right now. now, hopefully the electricity stays on all evening.

i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow. i suppose sometime after dead cat detail.

i hope everyone is warm and enjoying life or perhaps just this moment. 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:

Deep Purple - Perfect Strangers
Noah Gundersen - Ledges
Walk The Moon - Shut Up and Dance
Lamb of God - Redneck
Muddy Waters - Champagne & Reefer (Live)

"Every great story seems to begin with a snake." - Nicolas Cage