at least i know when it is raining...

 so, after i got done with the blog last night, i called Kroger. i wanted to see if i could get the Gabapentin last night instead of today. they said they could do that. 5 minutes later, i got a text saying my pills were ready. i went up there and got them and then i went to Wendy's to get dinner. and of course, when i got home, they didn't get my order right. i am running out of places in this town that aren't run by the incompetent. my stepfather used to always say when a town got more than 3 stoplights, it was time to move. my thing is when all the smart people are gone, time to flee.

i didn't watch much of the MLB All Star game last night. the American League won 5-3.

NXT was excellent last night.

Deadliest Catch was good last night.

Hard Knocks offseason was very good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be AEW Dynamite and Big Brother 26.

don't miss out on the giveaway for my new book with Casey Renee Kiser:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/210633465-altered-states-of-the-unflinching-souls

grocery shopping went well today. and then it started raining. i was in Kroger and my right knee started hurting. i started to chuckle and thought, it must be fucking raining. it stopped long enough for me to get the groceries into the Highlander. as soon as i pulled out of the parking lot, it started to pour again. fuck me. and typical Ohio in July, 20 minutes later it was sunny and steamy. 

i will probably be on here tomorrow before i take mom to her physical therapy appointment.

i need to go ice my back down, so that's all for me today.

until tomorrow kids...

fight the power.

fuck racism.

fuck hatred.

fuck war.

fuck the police.

black lives matter.

stay healthy.

wash your fucking hands.

stay off the fucking streets.

get the fucking shot.

al menos sé cuando está lloviendo

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:

Mermaid Chunky - Chaperone

Caleb Veazey - Teleprompter

The Japanese House - Smiley Face

Empire of the Sun - Walking On a Dream

Japandroids - Continuous Thunder

"Housework can't kill you, but why take the chance?" - Phyllis Diller

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

not the day i was expecting...

 so, i thought i was going to have this Monday where i was going to try to squeeze everything in. turns out, that wasn't the case. mom wasn't feeling good when i woke her up this morning. so, she cancelled her physical therapy appointment at noon. and then i thought she had an appointment to get the battery on her iPhone changed. but, i guess she thought she made the appointment for today but actually made it for tomorrow and they don't have the batteries in stock. so, she cancelled that as i have an eye doctor's appointment tomorrow. so, i was able to get to the bank without feeling rushed at all. and i got in a decent nap this afternoon.

the New York Yankees lost yesterday at Colorado, 8-7, in 11 innings. they start a series tonight at the Angels.

Mexico won the Gold Cup yesterday, defeating Panama 1-0.

The Righteous Gemstones was fucking hilarious last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Monday Night Raw.

i did listen to episode 456 of Notsam Wrestling this afternoon, you can hear that by going here:

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/la-knight-is-everywhere-notsam-wrestling-456/id934576040?i=1000621370739

i guess we are under a Severe Thunderstorm Watch for tonight. joy.

i should be on here tomorrow before i go to my eye doctor's appointment.

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

until tomorrow kids...

fight the power.

fuck racism.

fuck hatred.

fuck war.

fuck the police.

black lives matter.

stay healthy.

wash your fucking hands.

stay off the fucking streets.

get the fucking shot.

alerta de tormenta severa

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:

Kenny Rogers - Daytime Friends

Led Zeppelin - Hey, Hey, What Can I Do

The Firm - Satisfaction Guaranteed

Turnpike Troubadours - Gin, Smoke, Lies

Hayes Carll - Another Like You

"Housework can't kill you, but why take a chance?" - Phyllis Diller

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

of course it would be raining...

 my arthritis is raging at the moment. between the rain and more rain and more rain (we are under a flood watch until tomorrow morning) and having people try to scam me out of money, it has been a trying morning. good times.

the Yankees won last night over Boston, 14-1. it was nice to see them get back to normal again. hopefully, the boys will win again today.

Nikki Glaser: Good Clean Filth was fucking hilarious last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, Westworld, The Chi and Flatbush Misdemeanors.

i'm sure i will watch some MLS games today, especially the battle between Columbus and FC Cincinnati. 

looks like Manchester United is finally adding yet another player. thank god.

the rain has just picked up again. fuck me.

i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow.

until then kids...

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.

tratando de luchar contra la soledad

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:

Achilles Tenderloin - Don't Be Long / Blue Silhouettes (Summer Solstice Singles Edition)

Guma - Driving the Highways of Texas

Shrug - South Side (Quiet)

The Delfonics - Didn't I (Blow Your Mind This Time)

Mary J. Blige w/Method Man - You're All I Need

"Housework can't kill you, but why take a chance?" - Phyllis Diller 

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

apparently, i have to sleep in shifts...

i have spent most of today either aching from the rain this morning or trying to find a spot for my right arm not to hurt. the massage chair has helped me get a couple naps in. but, i'm only sleeping 3 to 4 hours at night. it's fucking draining me, i know that.

the New York Yankees offense came to life last night, finally. they defeated Tampa 8-3. there's a chance for rain tonight, so i don't know if that game will be played or not. hopefully, it will be and the Yankees will win again.

Smackdown was good last night, but could have been much better. i do love that it seems that Kevin Owens is going to get a major push now.

205 Live was excellent last night.

Deadliest Catch was really good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Big Brother and Snowfall. i'll watch NXT sometime tonight on WWE Network. i watched NXT UK this afternoon, it was good.

so, the rain woke me up this morning. after i took my blood sugar, i went out to get the paper. the trash truck was coming, so i figured i would wait around for it. i watched the fucker take the trash out of our can and leave the lid open and walk away. that truly pissed me off. i went back outside and brought the can back into the garage. thankfully, not much water got in it. i had to take the neighbor's cans up to their garages, so i got plenty of the rain this morning. it probably took me the rest of the morning to get to feeling better. joy.

i did see that Manchester United won again in Australia today, over Leeds, 4-0.

if i can block out the pain for long enough tonight, i'm going to try to get some writing done. i know i need to crank out a fresh batch of filth, as i have a few places in mind to send to.

i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow. these hot and humid days are just a grind to get through anymore.

these are the days where i wish lived by the ocean or a lake, somewhere where i could just have some cool water nearby. i always had a dream when i was a kid that i would have a little slice of land that had a pond on it. the farm i used to live on had a little bit of running water in the back, a little creek. that's probably as close as i will ever get to it.

hope the heat isn't bad wherever you may be. until tomorrow kids...

los deseos nunca se hacen realidad

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:

Vic Chesnutt - Flirted With You All My Life
Buffalo Tom - I'm Allowed
Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars
Lenny Kravitz - Always On The Run

"Housework can't kill you, but why take a chance?" - Phyllis Diller

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

holding off the inevitable, for now...

i wasn't looking forward to going to the doctor's office today. my blood pressure was elevated two weeks ago when i was there. if it was still elevated today, they were going to decide what drugs they were going to put me on. given my family history of high blood pressure, i figured i knew what was coming. amazingly, my blood pressure was down. at least enough that i might be able to avoid the inevitable for now. i don't see the doctor again until October. so, perhaps the rest of my summer will not be as heavy on my mind.

i went to the bank before the doctor's office. mom paid me back for what i have paid for the last couple of weeks. the damn line was almost out the door. that was a little strange. of course, there was only two people working at the time. you'd be amazed at how comfortable i am being the only white person in a place. definitely reminds me of my youth. that's probably why i still bank on the "black" side of the county.

i was flipping last night between NBA summer league and the home run derby. that was mostly through the commercials on Monday Night Raw. i had high hopes for Raw last night after the first segment. but when Roman Reigns won the first triple threat match of the night, my mood quickly soured. the show didn't get much better from there.

Robin Williams: Come Inside My Mind made me laugh my ass off last night and definitely made me cry. Robin was a huge influence on how my brain works through comedy. i can remember being a kid and watching his HBO specials. i think i still have some on VHS tapes in the garage. and sadly, his suicide did not shock me. when they explained everything he had at the end of his life, i certainly understood why he did it. it doesn't change the pain though. but i don't think i'm selfish enough to want someone to keep on living while suffering. i did see how some people thought the documentary didn't go deep enough. i kind of disagree. when you see the end and how many people couldn't talk about his death. instead, they just cried... that should be plenty deep enough to know what the man was to everyone. if you love comedy or if you loved his acting, i highly recommend checking this out.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Smackdown, The Jim Jefferies Show, Deadliest Catch and Fuck That's Delicious. i'll watch 205 Live sometime tonight on WWE Network.

i might watch some of the MLB All-Star game tonight. might.

one thing i'd really love to do tonight is get some sleep. trying to catch someone living 6 hours ahead of you is certainly driving me fucking crazy. staying up to 3 in the morning hoping to talk to the woman you are madly in love with and not getting to is beyond frustrating at this point. and then there's the news she told me about the end of this month that i don't want to focus on but it's like a fucking nuclear weapon in the back of my mind. ain't love great?

i have no clue when i'll be on here tomorrow. i know that's all for today as i have trash to go pickup here and next door.

a medida que mi depresión crece, también lo hacen mis opciones para morir

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:

Ekoostik Hookah - Loner
Ned's Atomic Dustbin - Grey Cell Green
Hum - Stars
Mannequin Pussy - Romantic

"Housework can't kill you, but why take the chance?" - Phyllis Diller

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

slow news day

so i was watching the news this afternoon about the plane crash in the Ukraine. i fell asleep. i woke up to Israel starting a ground operation in the Gaza Strip. except in my mind, it was the same event. so i'm flipping through the channels thinking WW3 is starting. i eventually took a shower to make sure i was really awake.

mom made some really good turkey burgers for lunch. i think she may have sprinkled on some extra tryptophan on them. at least that's what i'm going with for the long nap this afternoon.

i watched Big Brother last night, just to really see how Donny beat Devin in the POV competition. that made me laugh out loud. so, thankfully, Devin will be evicted tonight and i can go back to enjoying the show.

other than Big Brother tonight, i'm going to try the new comedies on FX, Married and You're the Worst. hopefully the previews didn't have all the good parts. i love some good crass humor.

Wilfred was really good last night. i love how they are doing this final season.

The Bridge was creepy as fuck last night. just when i think that show can't get any better, it proves me wrong.

since i'm not a big fan of golf, there really isn't much sports going on today. thankfully, that will change in the next week or so.

amazingly, the humidity held off for another day here. so, the windows are still open.

my mom and sister went in on some hockey tickets for the Columbus Blue Jackets. i think they did a quarter season. all i know is i get to see my beloved New York Rangers twice next season. it's always fun to wear the enemy colors into a building. of course, when the Rangers aren't playing, i'll just be a fan for those games.

i heard a Todd Snider song on the radio yesterday as i was scrubbing the toilets. thankfully, i found the full, uncensored song on iTunes this morning. i've been playing the shit out of it today.

that's pretty much all for me today. hopefully this finds everyone well. and hopefully no one reading this had anyone on that plane today.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Todd Snider - The Story of & The Devil's Backbone Tavern
Ashley Monroe - Weed Instead of Roses
Ryan Bingham - Until I'm One with You
Dr. Dog - Shadow People
Thieves Like Us - Drugs In My Body
Barbarian Overlords - The Harvester
Wussy - Teenage Wasteland
Sturgill Simpson - Turtles All the Way Down

"Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight." - Phyllis Diller

rest in peace and thank you for unknowingly teaching me some guitar...
http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/the-lion-in-johnny-winter-a-tribute-to-the-guitar-icon-20140717

not exactly what i was hoping for

the day started off well enough. decent morning shit. good breakfast. cats and birds weren't pains in the asses when i fed them. paid a couple of bills. got the paper and the mail. the repairman for our ac/heat/do everything new age unit had no problems switching out the new parts. had a great jerk off session (thank you as always Jada Fire). and then it was time to watch Manchester United.

maybe the most unimaginative i've ever seen them play. shitty crosses, no urgency at all. bring RvP on but never get him the damn ball. and if they don't fix their D anytime soon, this season will become one where i will be throwing remotes through televisions. fuck me. and the calmer asshole inside me says it's just one game, it's a long season. and the true asshole inside of me responds it will be long if they keep that shit up.

needless to say between the Yankees and WWE RAW tonight, i'll be hoping for chaos, tomfoolery, and plenty of fucking runs. Sweaty Freddy is on the mound in Chicago. i smell a beer league softball game.

at least CM Punk is still champ...

a word on Tony Scott...
i can't blame you. if i had an inoperable tumor, that bridge would be mighty fucking tempting.

music today:

Beck - Guero
Prodigy - The Fat Of The Land
Metallica - Master Of Puppets

"It's a good thing that beauty is only skin deep, or I'd be rotten to the core." - Phyllis Diller

here comes the weekend

yesterday was my father's 66th birthday. i haven't seen my father since Jan. 23, 1995. by choice, mostly his. that was the day he showed up two days after my 19th birthday and handed me $50 and said sorry i forgot your birthday. i took the money and closed the door in his face. needless to say, July 26 and i aren't good together.

a busy sports weekend awaits. Red Sox vs. Yankees. the start of the Olympics, (if you don't count that Olympic soccer has already been going on for 2 days), the Brickyard 400 and i'm sure i'll try to squeeze in an international friendly or two as well.

in other words, my ass will be glued to the television for the majority of the weekend, let alone the next 3 weeks. i will hopefully only post some positive shit and not as much bitching and moaning as the past 2 weeks.

i'm not really sure why the illusion of America voting is going to somehow stop the coaches from getting in the Big Brother game. no matter what the vote, the coaches are coming in. and once they do, then it should get really interesting.

laughed my ass off last night at Wilfred and Louie. maybe the best hour of comedy on tv. at least FX is one network that knows what it's doing.

music today:

AC/DC - Back in Black
Beastie Boys - Check Your Head

"Housework can't kill you, but why take the chance?" - Phyllis Diller