yet another day in the 90's...

i did manage to feed the birds this morning. the humidity was down a bit this morning, so it wasn't an oppressive heat. i'm surprised with the number of jackasses shooting off fireworks around here last night that somebody's lawn didn't catch on fire.

i did a little poetry work last night. i figured out where my next round of submissions are going. 17 poems in total i believe. i'll do that probably in the next few days.

Austin City Limits last night was the Trombone Shorty episode i accidently deleted.

ROH was pretty good last night.

i did watch a little of the TBT games yesterday. i'll probably watch a few more of them today.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Black Monday, The Chi, Desus & Mero, Perry Mason and I'll Be Gone in the Dark.

i'll probably watch some NASCAR today and if i need some sleep, maybe some golf.

i did see some of the Yankees practice session yesterday. i'm fucking surprised Tanaka isn't dead after getting hit in the head by that Stanton line drive. and i really didn't need the news that 2 Yankees have the coronavirus on top of everything else.
https://nypost.com/2020/07/04/yankees-masahiro-tanaka-hit-in-head-by-giancarlo-stanton-line-drive/

i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow. these damn hot days are all starting to run together like an endless fucking loop. joy.

i hope everyone had a good Saturday. i hope your Sunday will be 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.

al menos el aire acondicionado aún funciona

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:

Barbara Howard - My Song
Deep Sea Diver - Stop Pretending
The Gabbard Brothers - Too Much To Feel
The Gabbard Brothers - Sell Your Gun Buy A Guitar
Heartless Bastards - Revolution

"Money is in some respects life's fire: it is a very excellent servant, but a terrible master."
                                                                                                 - P.T. Barnum

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

testing my patience...

so it's July 5th and there's 7 closed checkout lanes at the grocery store... what's the worst that could happen? now, this is where looking like a potential serial killer plays into me having some luck. i watched a guy open up a lane at the grocery store, look directly at me and motioned me over. i chuckled, figuring he must have seen the look on my face as i was imagining all the dead bodies. i have been in pain for the last 2 days from my arthritis. it's the kind of ache that has me boiling in this fucking heat.

i had to go to two stores today. we were low on some laundry supplies after i did my laundry yesterday. between both stores i spent a little over $100 which i thought was really, really good for all the stuff i got.

the New York Yankees won yesterday at Tampa, 8-4 in 10 innings. when the Yankees blew a 3-1 lead in the 9th, i was not happy. but when they exploded in the 10th, that made for a better mood. hopefully, they will win again tonight.

the owner of our local NBC station is in a money war with DirecTV so there was no Macy's fireworks show to watch last night. i didn't really care but mom was a little pissy about it.

i did listen to episode 245 of Notsam Wrestling late last night. you can find that by going here:
http://notsam.com/wrestlingpodcast/2019/7/4/notsam-wrestling-245-mike-quackenbush

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Los Espookys.

i get the feeling that the rest of today i'm going to be in my massage chair icing my back down.

i will probably be on here early tomorrow. between soccer and pro wrestling, this weekend is going to be pretty fucking busy.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. remember your sunscreen and be safe.

until tomorrow kids...

no se preocupe, yo sólo muerden cuando se le preguntó a hacerlo.

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:

Turnpike Troubadours - Come as You Are
Old Crow Medicine Show - Down Home Girl
Screamin' Rebel Angels - I Don't Want To Fight
The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be in Good Company

"Fortune always favors the brave, and never helps a man who does not help himself." - P.T. Barnum

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

sometimes, the nightmares make me smile...

the one thing i truly hate about it being warm at night is my mind is never even fucking close to shutting off. and as much as i want to believe i could get a good 5 hours of sleep if i wanted to, there would be no more than probably 30 fucking minutes of my mind just being blank. now, the writer in me loves this shit, as there is always material. but, it is also the equivalent of burning the candle at both ends. and at age 42, i also understand it's a damn good way to make sure you die before 50.

i spent my 4th of July masturbating to women selling bra & panties on QVC and HSN, listening to mariachi music and watching professional wrestling. i can't think of anything much more American than that. and of course, the hot dog eating contest.

i did do a little poetry work yesterday. i believe i know where my next 37 poems are going. i'm shooting to have those out this weekend most likely, or early next week.

the New York Yankees defeated Atlanta yesterday 6-2 to win the series. unfortunately, Gleyber Torres got hurt and is now on the disabled list (right hip strain). hopefully, he won't be out too long. the Yankees are off today and start a series tomorrow night at Toronto.

NXT was really good last night.

Lucha Underground was excellent last night.

Big Brother was pretty good last night. i have no clue who is getting evicted tonight.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother.

i did listen to the latest Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast today. you can find that by going here:
http://notsam.com/wrestlingpodcast/2018/7/5/wrestling-podcast-193-the-ass-special

if i get my ass in gear tomorrow, i'm planning on going to the grocery store in the morning. i'm not counting on it, but since my prescriptions are ready, i wouldn't mind getting the groceries before it gets too fucking hot. if that happens, i'm hoping to be back home before the World Cup quarterfinals start. and then i might just get some poems out before i do the blog. or, i could get in a mood tonight and the whole fucking plan changes. joy.

the guys came out and did the official measurements for the new windows this afternoon. those will be in by the end of summer, if that ever comes. it will be really nice to have new windows in. the ones in now are original to when the house was built in the 90's.

that's all for me kids. i hope everyone enjoyed their 4th of July. if you are lucky enough to have a long ass weekend, what the fuck are you doing reading this blog? enjoy life.

hasta el momento, el ancla no ha regresado

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:

Mark Lanegan - I'll Take Care of You
Zoe Keating - Snowmelt (EP)
DJ Shadow - Midnight In A Perfect World
Mariachi El Bronx - Revolution Girl (Live)

"Clowns are the pegs on which the circus is hung." - P.T. Barnum

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

nothing more annoying than fireworks going off at 3 in the morning

the one thing i knew i would hate about moving away from the farm would be being so fucking close to other people. yesterday was the perfect example. July 4th on the farm was really, just another fucking day. July 4th in "town", it's a big to do. and when every other jackass is shooting off fireworks, it gets a little fucking annoying after a few hours. i wrote a poem sort of about this while on the toilet this morning. i suppose i do my best thinking there. hopefully, i'll write a few more today, although i imagine mom is going to keep me busy.

and it looks like another day of sunshine here. so, there is a little part of me that would like to actually go out and enjoy it. i haven't had my summer ritual bad sunburn yet.

enjoy some music before i get to the events of yesterday:

i did watch all of the Copa America final yesterday. i was stunned that Argentina blew that chance to win at the death of regulation. and then a little more stunned when Chile beat them in penalty kicks, 4-1. hard to believe Messi can be so good with his club and then be virtually invisible at times with his country. congrats to Chile on their first ever Copa America title.

the New York Yankees scored early yesterday and were cruising. cruising to the point where i actually fell asleep. so, imagine my surprise when i woke up to a 2-2 score, right after Betances blew the save by giving up a 2 run homer. i cleared my eyes and settled in for the bottom of the 9th. Tex got a miracle double. Jose Pirela came in to pinch run for him. Chris Young couldn't get a bunt down but managed to work a walk anyway. that brought up Ramon Flores:

walk off wins in back to back days. i'll take it. they go for the sweep this afternoon.

the rest of the night was helping mom put up some stuff around the house, carry in boxes from the garage and watch some fireworks:

i did watch most of ROH last night (i finished it up this morning). a great main event between Red Dragon and Elgin vs. The Kingdom. and if you haven't seen Dalton Castle wrestle, i urge EVERYONE to do so.

another music break as i need to get some water:

after the Yankees game today, the USA women play Japan in the finals of the Women's World Cup. i can't believe the USA hasn't won the World Cup since 1999. hopefully that changes. after that is over, it will be time for the Sunday night shows. now, all of this will be on the DVR as i have no clue how long the soccer game will go. so, tonight i'll be watching Big Brother (mostly just to see the little details of what i already know), True Detective, Ballers and The Brink. closing out the night will be the season finale of Penny Dreadful. i saw this morning that the show will be coming back in 2016 for season 3. that made me very, VERY happy. hopefully the season finale is a great one.

i imagine if i still have any energy left, i will be doing some typing late tonight. i'm hoping the words keep on flowing after that poem i wrote this morning. it has the makings of a really good one.

that is all for me today. i hope everyone had a safe and wonderful 4th of July. enjoy the rest of the weekend.

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:

Trent Reznor - Hurt (Live)
Caribou - Can't Do Without You
Lush - Ladykillers
Deana Carter - Strawberry Wine
Traffic - Dear Mr. Fantasy

"Money is in some respects life's fire: it is a very excellent servant, but a terrible master." - P.T. Barnum

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

the last pleasant day for god knows how long

the comfortable weather here has one more day and then summer returns with the god awful humidity and fucking heat. hopefully i'll just nap all day long with the windows open. now i know that won't happen, but a guy can dream right? oh, i can't. my bad.

i was disappointed with the World Cup games yesterday. the games weren't that exciting until the last 10 minutes or so. i understand that the stakes are higher and teams are playing a little closer to the vest. but who the fuck waits until there's only a few minutes left to throw caution to the wind? oh that's right, France does. Germany beats France 1-0. Brazil beat Colombia 2-1 in a brutal game. way too many fouls for the number of cards given. i give Brazil credit for beating the shit out of James Rodriguez. big ups to him for taking it and still scoring. but the Brazil win comes at a cost. their best defender will miss the semifinal (yellow card accumulation) and their best player (Neymar) will miss the rest of the World Cup with a broken vertebra. ouch. i don't like their chances of winning it all without him. they next play Germany on July 8th.

today Costa Rica takes on the Netherlands and Argentina plays Belgium. i have the Netherlands and Argentina moving on. hopefully the games today are better than yesterday.

our internet was out for nearly 9 hours yesterday. fucking Frontier Communications. and what i really loved was when we finally got through to them, they had no fucking clue what happened, but it was affecting 100,000 customers. it constantly amazes me how INEPT that fucking company is.

thankfully, i had less than 100 emails to go through when i was able to get back on at 10:30 last night.

the Yankees won again yesterday, 6-5. they scored all their runs in the first two innings and then held on for the win. two in a row, holy shit. they play again this afternoon. hopefully they can actually get a winning streak going. they are in the right city for it.

i was a little stunned with the Cubs and A's trade last night. personally, i think the A's got the 2 best pitchers on the market. i have no fucking clue where the Yankees go for pitching help now.

since i couldn't get online last night, i flipped between the Food Network, some pro wrestling, and the 4th of July concert The Roots do in Philly every year. i think i would have been better off just going to bed.

i did put a little extra rum in my Coke last night, so i slept pretty damn good. of course, most of that was in my chair and not in my bed. i feel like i'm in my fucking 60's. death can't be too far away.

that's the only way i drink any soft drinks by the way, with alcohol.

that's pretty much all for me today. hope everyone is enjoying their weekend.

take it easy. and then take it again.

music:

Pulp - Common People (Full Length Version)
Banks - Goddess
The Killers - When You Were Young
Thieves Like Us - Drugs In My Body
Kitten - Why I Wait
Pistol Annies - Hell On Heels
The Black Crowes - Oh Josephine

"There is scarcely anything that drags a person down like debt." - P. T. Barnum