it started raining like cats and dogs this morning right as i sat down to take the morning shit. and given how my back hates the rain and tends to lock up when it does rain... imagine my joy as i start to wipe. good times.
i'm writing this before the next line of storms hit here. i'm pretty sure we're over an inch of rain. my fear is that we have another inch or so to go. a few spots in the fields tend to flood pretty easily. and i don't think the soybeans or the corn will last through it. i suppose time will tell.
the Yankees pissed away a rare night of good starting pitching by someone not named Tanaka. the offense can't score more than 2 runs. and the over-worked bullpen finally imploded last night. a 5-2 loss in extra innings. not good. thankfully, i will have a great reason not to watch at all this evening.
the New York Rangers play Game 1 of the Stanley Cup Final tonight in Los Angeles. i love that they are the underdog and no one is saying they will win. hopefully, they can steal Game 1 and put all the pressure on the Kings. my entire soul will be fixated on this game tonight.
my mother had a conference she needed to attend in Kentucky today. right across the river. she made it down there before it started to rain. hopefully, her drive home won't be a stormy one.
Deadliest Catch was pretty damn good last night.
late last night i sat down and figured out where i'll be sending 21 poems tomorrow. i'll be a typing monkey tomorrow.
a hello to the fucking teen driver who nearly hit me today in her vehicle that probably cost more than my total life earnings. quick piece of advice. try driving WITHOUT TALKING ON THE FUCKING PHONE. as much as i would like a new vehicle, that accident would have been me taking a direct hit. and i don't trust god to just let me die. i'm pretty sure i will have to suffer and survive the crash.
that's all for today. i'm going to go try to stretch out my back and then get ready for the game tonight. hope everyone had a great day. hopefully it isn't a dreary, rainy mess where you live.
peace and chicken grease...
music:
St. Vincent - Digital Witness
Buffalo Killers - The Path Before Me
Mike Mattison - Midnight In Harlem
The Black Angels - Evil Things
Shooter Jennings - The Gunslinger
"Always read something that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it." - P.J. O'Rourke
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Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Thursday, March 28, 2013
back to the madness
looking forward to the Sweet 16 games tonight. that will give me something else to watch in case the New York Rangers are spitting the bit tonight up in Ottawa. and given how they have played against that team this year, laying an egg is a possibility.
started up my daily fantasy baseball teams today on ESPN.com. no salary caps this year, so i guess i'm going to find out just how much i really do know about advanced statistics. also, i guess it's rather appropriate the New York Yankees start this season on April Fools Day.
the doctor's office called me this afternoon and asked me to call them back. like a good boy i did. all results are normal and their recommendation is just an annual check. i can understand everyone's concern given the family history of just about every fucking disease known to man. but, just like the blood clots that should have killed me at 32, i don't fit any molds or anything that should be. i'm sure not drinking any pop for over a decade and not running to the doctor every time i get the sniffles has actually been a good thing. and knock on wood, hopefully it stays that way.
also, a little f.y.i. for everyone that has my phone number. if you call and leave me a message, i will call you back. if you call and don't leave a message, i won't. i'm pretty simple that way.
i went to bed last night thinking Jarome Iginla was traded to the Boston Bruins. woke up this morning to see that he was actually traded to the Pittsburgh Penguins. seeing that if the playoffs started today, the Rangers would be playing the Penguins, to say i'm a bit disgusted with this news would be a vast understatement. but, that's getting way ahead of myself. the Rangers have to make the damn playoffs first before i can start having dreams of Crosby crying over a playoff upset.
did see that the Miami Heat win streak finally ended at 27. maybe the NBA regular season can go back to being boring again now.
was hoping i would come up with some poetry today while cleaning the toilets and vacuuming the first floor. sadly, nothing came to me other than a little back pain. and all those poems have been tapped for the time being.
are all the telemarketers calling because it's the end of the month or is everyone on a crusade to try my patience?
i'm not happy with the weather forecast for next week. yet more chances for fucking snow. i suppose i will be getting a late start this year on mowing the grass. i was already on cut number 2 by this time last year.
hopefully, if the air stays in my shitty truck tires and my synapses still fire, i'll remember to take the camera with me into town tomorrow. maybe get some pictures to post on here over the weekend.
music today:
Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill
Interpol - Turn on the Bright Lights
"Cleanliness becomes more important when godliness is unlikely." - P.J. O'Rourke
started up my daily fantasy baseball teams today on ESPN.com. no salary caps this year, so i guess i'm going to find out just how much i really do know about advanced statistics. also, i guess it's rather appropriate the New York Yankees start this season on April Fools Day.
the doctor's office called me this afternoon and asked me to call them back. like a good boy i did. all results are normal and their recommendation is just an annual check. i can understand everyone's concern given the family history of just about every fucking disease known to man. but, just like the blood clots that should have killed me at 32, i don't fit any molds or anything that should be. i'm sure not drinking any pop for over a decade and not running to the doctor every time i get the sniffles has actually been a good thing. and knock on wood, hopefully it stays that way.
also, a little f.y.i. for everyone that has my phone number. if you call and leave me a message, i will call you back. if you call and don't leave a message, i won't. i'm pretty simple that way.
i went to bed last night thinking Jarome Iginla was traded to the Boston Bruins. woke up this morning to see that he was actually traded to the Pittsburgh Penguins. seeing that if the playoffs started today, the Rangers would be playing the Penguins, to say i'm a bit disgusted with this news would be a vast understatement. but, that's getting way ahead of myself. the Rangers have to make the damn playoffs first before i can start having dreams of Crosby crying over a playoff upset.
did see that the Miami Heat win streak finally ended at 27. maybe the NBA regular season can go back to being boring again now.
was hoping i would come up with some poetry today while cleaning the toilets and vacuuming the first floor. sadly, nothing came to me other than a little back pain. and all those poems have been tapped for the time being.
are all the telemarketers calling because it's the end of the month or is everyone on a crusade to try my patience?
i'm not happy with the weather forecast for next week. yet more chances for fucking snow. i suppose i will be getting a late start this year on mowing the grass. i was already on cut number 2 by this time last year.
hopefully, if the air stays in my shitty truck tires and my synapses still fire, i'll remember to take the camera with me into town tomorrow. maybe get some pictures to post on here over the weekend.
music today:
Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill
Interpol - Turn on the Bright Lights
"Cleanliness becomes more important when godliness is unlikely." - P.J. O'Rourke
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