so, today went nowhere close to as planned. mom fell this morning. my guess is she tried to sit on the edge of the bed and fell right off. thankfully, she didn't hit her head. but, she was shaken enough that she decided to cancel her physical therapy appointment today. so, instead of going to that, i had to run over to the local insurance company after my nap today and take a bunch of shit they needed to copy to verify that we are citizens and can keep our health insurance. and of course, right as i left the house to do that, it started fucking raining cats and dogs. fuck me.
the Yankees won yesterday over Cleveland, 10-2. i had a good laugh watching the post game shit on the Cleveland channel. they talked about how the players were so upset after Saturday and then play their worst game of the season on Sunday. i just laughed and thought karma is a motherfucker. the Yankees are off today and start a series against Baltimore tomorrow.
i did watch a few MLS games over the weekend.
Barry was fucking great last night.
The Baby was very good last night.
Gaslit was excellent last night.
The Man Who Fell to Earth was really, really good last night.
here are your highlights from the NBA playoffs yesterday:
here are your 3 videos for this day of National Poetry Month:
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Monday Night Raw, American Song Contest and the series finale of Better Things.
i did listen to episode 392 of Notsam Wrestling this morning. you can find that by going here:
so, mom woke me up at 4 in the morning last night / this morning. she was talking to herself loud enough that it woke me. i went into her room and she was fully dressed, holding her walker like she was getting ready to leave. i asked her what the fuck was she doing and she said just getting ready to go and then looked at the clock and saw the time. she was like oh shit, 4 again, crazy time. she then looked at the stuffed animals on her bed and said i don't think he's happy with me. i told her to get into bed and go back to fucking sleep. needless to say i really didn't have that luxury. i was up by 6:30, putting the dishes away and making her coffee. and people wonder why i sleep like shit most fucking days.
i hope everyone had a great weekend.
i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow.
until then...
fight the power.
fuck racism.
fuck hatred.
fuck war.
fuck the police.
black lives matter.
stay healthy.
wash your fucking hands.
stay socially distant.
get the fucking shot.
que pasa cuando el dolor llega a ser demasiado
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:
Jason Isbell & The 400 Unit - Cigarettes and Wine (Live)
Lyle Lovett - She's No Lady (Live)
Otis Wilkins - Kamakura
Ryan Bingham - The Poet
The SteelDrivers - Ghosts of Mississippi
"The lullaby is the spell whereby the mother attempts to transform herself back from an ogre to a saint." - James Fenton
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
i think i got to bed around 2 last night. just imagine the joy i felt waking up and seeing the clock say 4:23. fuck me. i eventually got up a little after 6 to take a shit. great, so much for sleeping in until the United game. more on that in a bit.
the poet of the day for this day of National Poetry Month is Casey Renee Kiser.
so, i was up in time to watch the Leeds vs. Manchester United match this morning. to say i wasn't thrilled with a 0-0 draw would be an understatement. i really wish United would have got the win today, but oh well.
the Yankees defeated the Indians last night, 2-1. they go for the sweep of the series this afternoon.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be VICE, City on a Hill, Desus & Mero, The Nevers and Mare of Easttown.
the New York Rangers play tonight at home against Buffalo. this is a MUST WIN game tonight.
i doubt i watch any of The Oscars tonight.
i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow.
i know i will probably have to go out later today to get mom's pills at the pharmacy. i think there are a few groceries she wants me to get as well.
i hope everyone had a great Saturday. i hope your Sunday is even better.
until tomorrow kids...
fight the power.
fuck racism.
fuck hatred.
fuck the police.
black lives matter.
stay healthy.
wash your fucking hands.
wear your mask.
get the shot.
Es difícil creer lo malditamente hermosa que es la musa.
be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.
the New Orleans Saints made me very happy last night. they traded back into the late 3rd round (used all their remaining picks in this draft to do it) and selected Adam Trautman, TE from Dayton. it's the first Dayton Flyers player to be drafted since 1977. i was so thrilled to listen to the interviews and actually imagine Adam catching passes from Drew Brees and maybe one day winning a Super Bowl. the Saints traded up in the third round earlier and got a linebacker from Wisconsin. i'm very pleased with the 3 players the Saints got in this draft, especially when they revealed last night that all 3 players were ranked in their top 40 players in the draft.
i will probably watch some of the NFL Draft today. i will be less stressed with the Saints having no picks, that's for sure.
here is your video for this day of National Poetry Month:
Smackdown and 205 Live were both pretty good last night.
Real Time with Bill Maher was excellent last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Saturday Night Live and ROH.
today has started off pretty good. plenty of sunshine so far. of course, the rain is supposed to move in this evening. i'll probably turn the furnace back on when that happens.
i'm hoping today is going to be a relaxing one.
i'll be on here tomorrow in the morning probably.
i hope everyone has a great Saturday. stay healthy, wash your fucking hands.
until tomorrow kids...
uno de esos raros días donde puedes sonreír
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:
Ill Poetic - A Universe In Their Eyes
LaRose Jackson - How Did I Get Here?
Tanya Donelly - As Tears Go By
Beastie Boys - Namaste
"I don't see that a single line can constitute a stanza, although it can constitute a whole poem."
- James Fenton
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
the New York Rangers got off to a great start last night, scoring on the power play (what a concept) early in the first period. the Penguins tied the game in the second on a goal that shouldn't of counted, but i figured it would as all of those fucks that work in the office in Toronto are all ex-Rangers that are fucking bitter about their time in New York. no scoring in the 3rd, which set up yet another OT that would finish 2-1. knowing that the Rangers won the other 3 games in this series 2-1, i felt confident. OT was wide the fuck open. both teams wanted to finish the game off. that made for some entertaining hockey. and then Carl Hagelin scored the biggest goal of his life:
that lead to this:
here are the highlights from the game. 12 more wins to go boys:
the New York Yankees got some more great pitching last night and used the long ball to beat the Mets 6-1. that made me really happy as it stopped the Mets from setting their longest winning streak in franchise history. they will play again this afternoon.
i decided to not have victory beers last night and turned to the hard liquor. 1 glass, 2 ice cubes, Jameson Irish Whiskey and some Coca-Cola. by the second one, it was a little more liquor than cola. good times.
my apologies to the muse for not calling her last night. rain + bone spurs = pain. pain + liquor = sleep.
here's a little late night music for you:
hate to cut this short, but mom and i are getting ready to go south of town to take some papers to be shredded and then she wants to go out furniture shopping. i figure this also means lunch out in public. i suppose i should put on some deodorant.
i did watch VICE last night. another great fucking episode.
on the DVR today will be ROH. i believe Saturday Night Live is a rerun. i think Austin City Limits will end up on the DVR even though it's a rerun as well. i think Jack White is on.
that's all for me today. it's supposed to rain all day long, so i'm really thrilled. hope everyone is having a great weekend. or at the very least, not waking up in a strange bed after a wild Friday night.
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:
Traffic - Dear Mr. Fantasy
Iron Maiden - The Trooper
Rival Sons - Electric Man
U2 - All I Want Is You
Empire of the Sun - Alive
"One does not become a guru by accident." - James Fenton
