never try to con a con man

whenever the doorbell rings here, i always figure it's either someone from next door or kids trying to sell shit to raise money for school. the doorbell hardly ever rings in the dead of the winter. so when it did ring this afternoon, i was curious to say the least. i opened the door and there was this black woman bundled up holding a little bottle of Dawn. in my mind, i was thinking what the fuck is this? she asked if i knew what the Dawn was for? i said yes, i use it on the dishes. full disclosure, we don't have a dishwasher in this house, so we actually do use Dawn to help clean the dishes. she then handed me the bottle and said she was going to get her boss lady so they could show us what to do. in my head, i'm thinking, i'm 41 years old. i'm pretty fucking sure i know how to clean dishes. she went down to the end of the driveway and yelled across the street. i saw some white lady jumping into her SUV to come over. i simply shut the door and locked it. i didn't bother to open it back up when they rang the doorbell again. i got the Dawn and they didn't get to see what is inside this house. i'm going to take that as a win for me. eventually, they left and god knows where they went next. they certainly weren't still in the neighborhood when i went out to get the mail. so, i can't imagine they are pissed about the bottle of Dawn. it's the type of bottle you get in the dollar stores.

i did a little poetry work last night and i believe i know where my next 25 poems are going to go. if i get my ass in gear in the morning, they will go out tomorrow. this also means i will have to make a stop at the post office before i go to the grocery store. at least it's supposed to be warmer tomorrow.

the Dayton Flyers started off well last night but forgot that you actually need to play defense to win unless you're just going to score on every possession. sadly, Dayton went cold from 3 and sure enough, St. Joe's pulled ahead and stayed there for the rest of the game. it got so bad that Dayton's coach started playing the walk-ons with 7 minutes to go in the game. and when one walk-on scores more points than 3 regulars combined, you know it was a shitty game. St. Joe's won 81- 65. Dayton plays again on Saturday afternoon at home against Rhode Island. as of right now, i'm going to the game with my sister. i'm almost hoping she doesn't want to go so then i have an excuse to just watch them get killed on television.

NXT was pretty good last night.

Total Divas was pretty good as well last night.

The X-Files was fucking nuts last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Will & Grace, The Big Bang Theory, Young Sheldon, Life in Pieces and Lip Sync Battle.

i did listen to the latest Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast today. you can check that out by going here:
http://notsam.com/wrestlingpodcast/2018/1/18/wrestling-podcast-169-woken-matt-hardy

the New York Rangers play at home tonight against Buffalo. hopefully the Rangers can get another win before they start their long ass road trip.

i think it's supposed to get damn near 50 degrees by my birthday on Sunday. that should melt the snow and probably get everyone sick as well. good times.

i will probably be on here tomorrow when i get back from the grocery store.

si la vida es un sueño, entonces ¿qué hay para temer?

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:

Morphine - Cure for Pain
The Band - When I Paint My Masterpiece
Nine Inch Nails - Something I Can Never Have

"I haven't celebrated coming in No. 2 too many times." - Mark Messier

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

old man winter

so when i went out to get the paper this morning, the sun was out. i put on a coat and immediately thought, i probably should have put on something other than pajama pants to do this. it wasn't too bad; 16 degrees, wind chill of -5, but i knew if i was out too long i would be fucked. at least i did put up my hood on my coat.

the New York Rangers proved once again yesterday that they just aren't a very good team at the moment. consistency is something they are lacking and it is becoming more frustrating with each game. they haven't won 2 games in a row since before Thanksgiving. they lost yesterday to Washington, 5-2. they play Vancouver tomorrow. thankfully, i will be watching basketball.

i got both NFL playoff games right yesterday. i am now 6-2 in the playoffs, not too bad.

Shameless was excellent last night. i will never complain when i get to see Emmy Rossum naked. plus, the ending was one of those classic holy shit moments.

i knew i was going to like Billions within the first 30 seconds. Paul Giamatti bound and gagged with a dominatrix putting her high heel in the middle chest. cigarette put out on his chest and then pissed on. yep, there's a show i know i'm going to like. especially when the ending of the first episode reveals who that dominatrix is. i can't wait to see how this season unravels.

i also watched some of the UFC last night. i really enjoyed the Cruz vs. Dillashaw fight. i thought Cruz won, just barely. so the split decision was understandable.

enjoy some music kids:

and now some of this and that:

all i'm planning on watching tonight is Monday Night Raw and probably some pro and college basketball.

i did pick up a Paul Thorn song today at NoiseTrade. i'll have the link for that below in the music section.

hard to believe i'll be 40 in 3 days. especially when i first thought about killing myself at age 8, failed at doing it at 17 and 23 and was totally convinced that i was going to die with the blood clots at 32. let alone hoping i was going to be part of the 27 club. i suppose if life really does begin at 40, maybe the worm will turn and things will start looking up for me. maybe.

i hope everyone had a great weekend. and hopefully you are warm wherever the fuck you are.

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 Delta Saints - Crazy
Jackson 5 - Who's Lovin' You
Leonard Cohen - Closing Time
Paul Thorn - Old Stray Dogs and Jesus

"I haven't celebrated coming in No. 2 too many times." - Mark Messier

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

a dreary Sunday morning

the rain last night was supposed to end up with snow this morning. thankfully, so far (fingers crossed), that hasn't happened. of course, i still have to go out and feed the cats and take out the trash. so, if it's going to happen, i bet i know when it will.

i got some sleep last night. i think a little over 5 hours. i guess some victory beers and just being completely drained is the trick for me.

ROH was excellent last night. i really like where they are going so far in 2015.

Saturday Night Live was pretty good as well. these skits really made me laugh:

i have a ton of dishes to do before the New York Rangers play this afternoon. of course, i may wait in case the game goes bad. it's a good way to get my frustration out at times. but, the iron levels in our water here lately is through the fucking roof, so maybe not. i do hope the Rangers win today. they play at Pittsburgh. it would be nice for them to close the gap in the division.

there are two huge NFL playoff games today. first up is Green Bay at Seattle. then, Indianapolis at New England. i'll take both home teams to make the Super Bowl. i'd love to be wrong, but i'm not feeling it.

after those games will be my usual Sunday night programming. Girls, Togetherness, House of Lies, Episodes, Total Divas, and Shameless. i should definitely be ready to crash after all that.

not sure when i'll be on here tomorrow. i get the feeling that mom wants to start moving some things over to the new house. so, i'm thinking that will take up most of my day. i'm sure i'll squeeze something in at some point tomorrow.

hope your weekend finishes up nicely. if you're betting on the games today, best of luck to you. if you lose, take it out on yourself and not others. if you win, feel free to send me some of the glory.

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...

REMINDER - if you would like to be so kind to get me something for my birthday (Jan. 21st) or just for being a great person (watch where you step in this bullshit) or you just happen to like this blog or my poetry (or god forbid) both, you are more than welcome to get me ANYTHING off of my Amazon.com Wish List. you can find a direct link to it on the right hand side of this blog. thanks.

music:

Hayes Carll w/Caitlin Rose - Love Don't Let Me Down
Paolo Nutini - Iron Sky
The Black Crowes - Oh Josephine
My Morning Jacket - Bermuda Highway (Live)
Ryan Bingham - The Weary Kind

happy birthday to my hockey god:

"The only pressure I'm under is the pressure I've put on myself." - Mark Messier