Showing posts with label mauro ranallo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mauro ranallo. Show all posts

Saturday, May 26, 2018

stuff to do before the rain comes...

there's nothing quite like waking up to phantom pains in your left leg. i suppose i was dreaming of the cramp that partially tore my calf muscle and woke up feeling the pain. as soon as i stood up, the pain went away. the joy of being fucking crazy.

i want to get this blog done, feed the birds and take mom to the store before the Champions League final starts this afternoon. so, here we go...

the New York Yankees won last night 2-1 over the Angels. Gleyber Torres became the youngest Yankee ever to homer in 4 straight games. he drove in both runs last night. Aaron Judge threw 2 runners out last night. hopefully, the Yankees will win again tonight.

NJPW was very good last night.

Major League Wrestling was good last night.

Mauro Ranallo: Bipolar Rock & Roller was great last night. it was one of the best documentaries to show the effects of mental illness i have ever seen.

Wyatt Cenac's Problem Areas was very good last night.

here are your highlights from the NBA playoffs last night:

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be ROH, Patrick Melrose and The Tale.

i will probably watch some of the NBA playoffs tonight as well.

the Champions League final today is between Real Madrid and Liverpool. if there ever was a day i need CR7 to be magical, today is the day.

that's all for me today kids. i'll probably be on here tomorrow morning. i hope everyone has a great Saturday.

por favor tómalo con calma y luego tómalo de nuevo

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:

Talking Heads - Burning Down the House (Live)
Love and Rockets - So Alive
Terence Trent D'Arby - Sign Your Name
Depeche Mode - Blasphemous Rumours (Live)

"Do not fear mistakes. There are none." - Miles Davis

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

Friday, May 25, 2018

there's not enough hours in the day...

my body is at the point where doing 3 fucking things in one day is probably going to need the assistance of cocaine. between taking mom to the doctor, shopping at Menards and going to the grocery store... my body needs an ice bath or a bottle of booze. i'm trying to take it easy with the alcohol as i know mixing it with muscle relaxers can be tricky. i'm not quite as young as my imagination likes to believe i am.

we got everything we needed at Menards and the grocery store today. of course, today would be the day it got hot and sticky. mom nearly passed out when we came out of Menards. my left leg started killing me when i woke up this morning. the muscle relaxers helped some, but not enough for what i was doing today.

Vice News Tonight had another great week of shows.

here are your highlights from the NBA playoffs last night.

the New York Yankees start a series tonight at home against the Angels. hopefully they will do to them what they did in California, sweep them.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be NJPW, Major League Wrestling, Wyatt Cenac's Problem Areas and Mauro Ranallo: Bipolar Rock & Roller.

i will probably watch some of the NBA playoffs tonight. it could be LeBron's last game in Cleveland... again.

i will probably be on here tomorrow before the Champions League final. i will be rooting so damn hard for Real Madrid tomorrow.

i hope everyone has a great Memorial Day weekend. if you are traveling, be safe. leave the drinking to the professionals.

por favor baila desnudo bajo una luna de cereza

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:

Shovels & Rope - St. Anne's Parade
Tyler Childers - Whitehouse Road (Live)
Chelsea Wolfe - The Culling
The Black Atlantic - I Shall Cross This River
The Lemonheads - My Drug Buddy

"For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

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

Friday, January 8, 2016

waking up with an elephant on your back

i woke up this morning after some horrific dreams of my death or life or whatever the fuck it was, and my back was absolutely killing me. like an entire zoo of animals was on it. i asked my mother if a cold front moved through overnight and she said it was raining currently. i suppose if i'm ever going to escape the rain i have to move to a desert. not the greatest choice for a guy with sensitive skin. figures.

i did enjoy WWE Smackdown last night. i think having Mauro Ranallo do play by play will help the show by leaps and bounds. it won't be long until fans will want him to do Monday Night Raw as well. also, honestly, i could watch Kevin Owens and Dean Ambrose fight for years and never get bored. 2 wrestlers that understand the little details of ring psychology and why it fucking matters.

The Big Bang Theory was hilarious last night. so was Life in Pieces. and i'm sure by now, if you are even slightly aware of pop culture, you know all about what happened on Lip Sync Battle last night.
and those two videos aren't even the best parts of the show. if you really want to laugh your ass off, i highly recommend the episode.

the grocery store was exhausting yesterday. not only because we had to get shit for next door, but mom was in shopping mode and i am rarely, if ever, in a mood for that. amazingly, we did manage to keep everything under $150.

enjoy some music kids:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Undateable. i have truly missed that show.

so imagine my surprise when mom was away at her doctor's appointment this morning and the doorbell rings and i'm sitting at the computer in just my shorts. i threw on a shirt and went to the door to find a large package. i put on some shoes and brought it in. thankfully, we have just enough cover near our front door that it didn't get wet. when mom got back she told me to open it. trust me, tape, scissors and arthritis are a deadly combination at times. i finally got the package open and it was this music player that is made to look like an old time record player. it plays vinyl, cassettes, cd's, Bluetooth, the radio and even has a cd burner on it. it sounds pretty good. i amazed myself this afternoon as i figured out the Bluetooth part of it. that should come in handy as i have probably over a couple thousand songs on my computer. so, i figure that is my birthday gift from her. it will definitely get used, probably this weekend.

tomorrow is going to be a giant clusterfuck for me. roughly on around the same time will be Manchester United in FA Cup play, the New York Rangers take on Washington and the Dayton Flyers play at La Salle. so, my blog for tomorrow is going to come after all that is over.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. it sounds like it is going to be fucking miserable here; ice, rain, wind, maybe snow, so i'm really hoping my sports teams win and i can drink it all away.

yes, i know i am on the road to nowhere. but i'm bound to leave behind a few things for you to remember me by.

i hope this finds you with a pulse.

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:

Lana Del Rey - Video Games
The Velvet Underground - Pale Blue Eyes
Enigma - Return To Innocence

"I always had a repulsive need to be something more than human." - David Bowie

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