Showing posts with label f. murray abraham. Show all posts
Showing posts with label f. murray abraham. Show all posts

Thursday, October 24, 2024

back in the saddle again...

 well, i am back. my cousin did a great job figuring out what was wrong with my old computer. he was able to save my hard drive. thankfully, i backed everything up two weeks before the thing crashed. so, i really didn't lose anything. he put everything on one of his old computers from work that still has plenty of life on it. charged me $75 for everything. i gave him $100. so, it will take some getting used to, but it is really quiet. that means i will be doing some recording soon.


mom had an eye appointment today. the doctor that did her cornea replacement is really pleased with how the recovery is going. she sees him again the day before Thanksgiving.


in other news, the squirrels are back or better yet, we might have baby racoons in the fucking attic. joy.


Manchester United played today at Fenerbahce in the Europa League. the game finished 1-1.



i only watched one match last night on AEW Dynamite.



both episodes of Grotesquerie were good last night. the season finale is next week.



The Masked Singer was crazy as usual last night.



Abbott Elementary was very good last night.


Inside the NFL was good last night was well.


enjoy some music:






and now some of this and that:









on the DVR tonight will be Georgie & Mandy's First Marriage, NJPW and the season finale of The Old Man.


the USWNT plays tonight against Iceland in a friendly.



the New York Rangers play tonight at home against Florida.



oh, by the way, the World Series starts tomorrow. Dodgers vs. Yankees.



i should be on here tomorrow after i take mom to her doctor's appointment at noon.


i might watch some of the NFL game tonight.



i will hopefully write some poems tonight. i need to figure out the new computer as all the MS Word shit i have used was about a decade old. everything on here now is new to me. joy.


hope everyone missed me.


i need to go make dinner.


until tomorrow kids...


fight the power.


fuck racism.


fuck hatred.


fuck war.


fuck the police.


black lives matter.


stay healthy.


wash your fucking hands.


stay off the fucking streets.


get the fucking shot.


De nuevo en la silla de montar


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:


West 22nd - Road Trip (Live)


Kit Sebastian - Bul Bul Bul


Southall - Scared Money


Hayden Butler - Old News


Co-Stanza - Bet on Love


"I think creativity is spiritual. I absolutely believe that." - F. Murray Abraham


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



Monday, October 24, 2016

days when the 8 year old me was truly a soothsayer...

when Chelsea scored just 30 seconds into the game against Manchester United yesterday, i knew i was in for a Sunday i didn't want to see. by the time they scored the second goal, i was already flipping through the channels to see what else was on, other than NFL pregame shows. i didn't bother to watch the third and fourth goals Chelsea scored as i was basically going over my fantasy football teams again and seriously wondering if i should just become a Real Madrid fan. add on top to the humiliating loss an injury to their best center back and it really feels like this is going to be one of those losses that the club will feel for weeks. not good.

next up was the New Orleans Saints. they started off strong but penalties were holding them back. and as usual, the penalties would happen at the wrong damn time and soon enough, the Saints were down 21-7. they made a furious comeback, but ultimately lost 27-21. this was one of those games that i'll shake my head at at the end of the season and think what could have been.

by this time i was numb and ready to take a nap. just as i was falling asleep watching the outdoor hockey game in Winnipeg, i could hear mom calling my name from the bathroom. for a second i thought i was dreaming it. i got out of my chair and went to the bathroom and opened the door. she had fallen in the shower. she said she didn't hit her head but i could tell this wasn't exactly good for her back. the stubborn old bitch wouldn't allow me to help her other than get her some towels to dry off and her walker so she could get herself back up. about 10 minutes later, she made it back up and was back into the bed.

a little side note here... i woke up this morning and my door was open. i was 99.9% sure it was closed when i went to sleep. i asked mom about it this morning and she said she opened it at 5 in the morning when she thought i had said something to her. she said she was more or less sleepwalking. so, it looks like i'll be getting even less sleep than i normally do now. good times.

the New York Rangers won last night 3-2 over Arizona. Dan Girardi scored the winning goal in the 3rd. that's the human equivalent to a blind squirrel finding a nut. but, i enjoyed the victory beer just the same. god knows, i needed it.

Westworld was excellent last night. the ending was spectacular. Divorce was pretty funny last night. Insecure was hilarious. The Strain was fucking awesome last night. i can't wait for the season finale next week. Shameless was great as usual. Masters of Sex was pretty good last night. and finally, Last Week Tonight was brilliant as usual.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, The Voice and Gotham. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.

i probably should watch some of the Monday Night Football game, for fantasy football purposes, but i probably won't.

so i went out to Meijer today to find some things to make the shower more safe for mom. plus, i had a $5 off coupon that expired today. i found a few things that will hopefully work. i also bought myself some creepy Halloween shit and some baseball cards. plus, i got a Star Wars pillow that's comfortable as hell. i figure, i might as well embrace my inner geek now, who the fuck do i need to impress really? i'm 40 and single with no hope of that ending anytime soon, good or bad. so, fuck it.

i truly hope all of you had a better Sunday than i did. if you didn't, i would suggest drinking more and playing with weapons. you might die or you might become famous. that's one hell of a coin flip.

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:

Diane Coffee - Everyday
Run The Jewels - Talk To Me
Radiohead - High And Dry
Bruce Springsteen - Jungleland

"I think creativity is spiritual. I absolutely believe that." - F. Murray Abraham

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