i had just published the blog yesterday when i started checking the news on the right hand side of this blog. when i saw the headline that "Rowdy" Roddy Piper had died, i was shocked, ripped to shreds, absolutely gutted. if Dusty Rhodes' death was like getting hit by a ton of bricks, Piper's is like god driving an 18 wheeler over me and those bricks. i spent most of last night and a good portion of today just watching old videos, old promos, just trying to make some sense of it all. 61 years old and gone. thankfully, legends never truly die. and the Hot Rod was a true, complete legend.
i grew up on that Flair vs. Piper feud. a few years later, it was the classic feud with Hulk Hogan. the man was simply the best heel there ever was. and easily, one of the greatest talkers ever in pro wrestling.
and one of my favorite movie lines of all-time:
you will be missed. it was a pleasure to see you live almost 30 years ago. thank you for making my life a little more tolerable over the years.
as you might imagine, i've been in a moody, depressed... the fucking summer blues. so why not some music:
the New York Yankees broke out the bats last night and won 13-6. Tex had another great game. hopefully they can get another winning streak going. they play again tonight.
NJPW was really good last night. Treehouse Masters was excellent. it showed some treehouses in Brazil. they were pretty fucking amazing.
thankfully, there was some funny shit on last night. god knows, i needed the laughs:
on the DVR tonight will be Power and ROH.
my sister has made it to the house. she brought some shit she got mom at IKEA. so, it looks like the rest of today will be putting furniture together. good times.
the Fracture Me photos i ordered did arrive today. thank god they packed them good as i watched the fucking mailman drop them out of the truck. if they were broken, i might have punched a fucker in the face today. they look really good. i think we're going to put them around this painting of the farm we have, that is whenever we get around to that. most of my design work is done. mom is one of the greatest procrastinators i have ever seen.
that's all for me today. i hope everyone has a great Saturday. everything in moderation, including moderation.
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:
Creedence Clearwater Revival - Long As I Can See The Light
Johnny Cash - Hurt
The Band - The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
Cowboy Junkies - Lost My Driving Wheel (Live)
Warren Haynes - Soulshine (Live)
"I think governments are the cancer of civilization." - Chuck D
so i waited around all day for the New York Yankees to do something at the trade deadline and they did nothing. it's a bit of a gamble when just about every other team in the American League got "better". hopefully these prospects they have decided to hold on to become the next "Core Four" like they are thinking they will.
the Yankees lost last night in Texas 7-6 on a walk off single. it was a game where the Yankees had plenty of chances to kill them off but never did. oh well. they start a series tonight in Chicago with the White Sox, who are on fucking fire at the moment. it should be an interesting series.
my sister forwarded me an email from one of our aunts last night with some eye opening news. i never knew that colon cancer runs on my father's side of the family. perhaps that is why i didn't sleep well last night. i did finally get all the addresses to my father's sisters. so, i will start the Christmas cards this year. i figure that is a decent start for someone who genuinely hates most humans.
enjoy some music kids:
Big Brother was pretty good last night. it should be an interesting week with James as the new HOH. he wants to carry out the plan Jason had before he got evicted. if it happens, the house will be crazy in a few days.
Married was pretty funny last night. it also reminded me why i hate dating. SDRR was pretty good as well. Lip Sync Battle was probably the first one that did nothing for me, but that was probably because i had no fucking clue who the two stars were. first time i really felt old in a while.
tonight on the DVR will be NJPW and Treehouse Masters.
i got some FREE music at NoiseTrade today. i'll put that link in the music section below.
i hope everyone has a wonderful weekend. i believe my sister might stop by sometime tomorrow, plus the art i ordered from Fracture Me is supposed to be here tomorrow. i can't wait to see how the photos of the farm turned out.
that's all for me today. call if you need bail money.
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:
Lindsey Stirling - Live From London
Led Zeppelin - Hey, Hey, What Can I Do
Tom Waits - Invitation To The Blues
Deep Purple - Perfect Strangers
The Band of Heathens - Hurricane
"When you've got 10,000 people trying to do the same thing, why would you want to be number 10,001?" - Mark Cuban
let me share some quick poetry news before i rip my father's family a new asshole. i sent out 8 poems today, 3 to Dead Snakes and 5 to Misfit Magazine. these will be my last submissions for the month. when i hear back from these places i will pass on the verdict.
now, sit back and strap in. my sister called here last night asking if i was going to my aunt's in August when one of the sisters was going to be in town. i had no fucking clue what she was talking about. my sister, who thought for sure i would get a call or at least an email, correctly believes that these invitations are simply being done for show. i laughed, as i can imagine what it would be like to try to come to grips with 20 years or more of regret. so, we both decided we aren't going as we both have things already planned. what completely pisses me off is my email, my phone number, my address aren't that fucking hard to find. so, by keeping me in the dark, they more or less are still carrying out my father's lies. my mother brought up an interesting thought this morning when she wondered if they don't contact me out of fear. that they may believe my anger rivals that of my father. that is one aspect of my life that scares me the most. i do have my father's temper. now, i have more control of it than he did, mostly because i simply have never had the money he had to piss away at any given time. now, if i had this anger and made over $80,000 a year like he did when i was a child, who the fuck knows if i would even be alive. but the fact that they never think to email me first or call me first, it's always just call my sister and let her deal with me. like in 2015 i don't have voice mail. like i don't return calls or emails. the one thing that over 20 years of silence truly did... it's not that fucking hard to forget that ANY of them ever existed in the first place. and it is becoming more clear with each passing day, that must be how they want it. my father never taught me to be the better man. he never thought of that as one of his duties. all he needed to do was provide a roof and food. after that was done, so were his fatherly duties. and people wonder why i don't want to have kids. i suppose i might get an email after this little rant, but it wouldn't surprise me if i didn't. i feel bad for my sister as i imagine she will get a phone call regarding this. a little piece of advice to all of you, if you think i'm bad when i'm pissed off, piss her off and see what happens. she has a hard enough time remembering the past as it is. she will simply forget that any of you were ever on this planet and just go on with her life. how i fucking wish i had that power. i remember everything. every cut, every fault, every wrong, every chance i had taken from me, every word talked down to me... and all these slights have built up over the years. none of you have a fucking chance of getting through this wall, but i'd at least like a damn attempt or two. it was one thing when my father was alive. it's another after he's dead and ALL of you know the truth now. but, to each their own. you want the evil me, i will more than happily play the role. one thing my mother always stressed was choices and consequences. what she never realized was i was more than willing to accept any consequence. i make my choices and keep on living. and another thing... all you fuckers talk about how my father always talked so proudly about me, but NONE of you have EVER told me what he said. i am too fucking old to simply hear what you think i need to hear. if he did say something good or bad about me, i'd love to know about it since the fucker never talked to me from 1995 until his death. and that's also true for all of you as well. i would apologize for doing this publicly but i like dirty laundry. i don't keep anything hidden, from my desires, my passions, my faults, my misgivings... they are all for the world. i have no guilt nor any shame. i almost feel bad that you do. almost.
enjoy some music as we get on with the rest of the show:
the New York Yankees won again yesterday, 7-2. another series win. they start a 4 game series tonight in Texas against the Rangers. hopefully the offense keeps on producing.
i did not watch the Gold Cup final last night. i saw that Mexico won. that sets up a game in October between Mexico and the USA to see who goes to the Confederations Cup. the idiots decided to have the game at the Rose Bowl. so, it will be more or less, a home game for Mexico. i won't be shocked when the boys lose another one.
the Sunday night shows were excellent. Big Brother made it look like Austin was dead man walking. spoiler alert: don't believe what you see. the Wednesday show will make you shit your pants. True Detective was great. things are getting really weird, which is great. The Strain was excellent last night. i can't wait for next week. Ballers was good. even The Brink was good this week. Ray Donovan was really good. Masters of Sex was excellent. and finally, Last Week Tonight was fucking on point once again:
i ordered some more art today from Fracture Me. i got some pictures i took from the farm a few years ago. plus, i got some more abstracts for myself. if you are interested in getting some art from there, use the code "RFR82293" to get $5 off your order.
i also got the camera i won via one of the survey places online in the mail today. it came with a case and a mini tripod. that should come in handy, especially if i want to do some more interesting YouTube videos, this time using two cameras.
enjoy a little culture kids as i get ready to wrap this fucker up:
tonight i will be flipping back and forth between baseball and Monday Night Raw.
i hope everyone had a great weekend. hopefully your Monday hasn't been too shitty.
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:
Shinedown - Sound of Madness
JJ Grey & Mofro - This River
Traffic - Dear Mr. Fantasy
Broken Bells - Holding on for Life
Gary Clark, Jr. - Bright Lights
"As a writer, the worst thing you can do is work in an environment of fear of rejection." - Carol Leifer
