at least the weather is starting to feel like the fall is near

i was actually able to open some windows today and let a cool breeze into the house. imagine that, finally being able to turn off the air conditioner near the end of September.

i wrote 5 poems today. i haven't typed them up yet... i'll probably get to that sometime tonight.

the New York Yankees won last night 6-1. Boston won so the Yankees are still 3 games back. they go for the sweep of Tampa tonight.

Manchester United whipped CSKA Moscow yesterday 4-1 in the Champions League. i was very happy with that result.

NXT was very good last night. it was great to see Adam Cole wrestle again.

Lucha Underground was fucking great last night. part 1 of Ultima Lucha Tres certainly lived up to the hype.

Mr. Mercedes was really damn good last night.

You're the Worst was great last night. part of the reason why i love crazy women.

Total Bellas was pretty good last night.

part 9 of The Vietnam War was very interesting last night. i did love how Ken Burns used Nixon's own words to destroy him last night. what a fuck up. if anyone can take anything away from this, it's that the American people are still fucking stupid. they enjoy being lied to by their government. tonight is the final episode.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, The Chris Gethard Show, Better Things, The Vietnam War, Gotham and Will & Grace.

i did get 1 poem out of the trip to the grocery store today. i came across this stunning blonde in one aisle. she smiled at me and then had a look of disdain on her face. so you can imagine the poem.

i did listen to the latest Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast today. you can find that by going here:
http://notsam.com/wrestlingpodcast/2017/9/27/wrestling-podcast-153-charlotte

my favorite radio station is going away today. WNKU was probably one of the best radio stations i have ever listened to in my life. it will be sorely missed.

i'm not sure when i'll be on here tomorrow. i need to take mom to the eye surgeon in the morning and then i think the car has to go in sometime in the afternoon. i'm not sure what else we're doing. so, i'll probably be on here later in the afternoon i guess.

hasta mañana amigos

los mejores mueren jóvenes, así que ¿qué nos hace eso?

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:

Portugal. The Man - Purple, Yellow, Red and Blue
Soul Coughing - Super Bon Bon
Funkadelic - I Wanna Know If It's Good to You
Prodigy - Smack My Bitch Up

"Only idiots refuse to change their minds." - Brigitte Bardot

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

the middle of a long weekend

holidays in the middle of the week give the feel of one long ass weekend. and today would be the middle of that weekend where i've already done everything i wanted to do. so today was a lot of twiddling my thumbs, looking at porn, figuring out the best deals for my wish list on amazon.com, and wondering if the lady at the bank told me happy new year too early or not. you know, real earth shattering shit.

i went to the bank today and made a decent deposit. definitely my biggest one in months. nothing quite like holiday cash. i held the door for the elderly black woman coming out of the bank and she said thanks, happy new year. i said you're welcome, same to you as i truly believe Dec. 27th is way too early to start wishing happy new year. i'm sure this is part of the asshole in me.

after a few days of just not thinking about anything quite frankly, i got back online and started looking at my fantasy sports. nothing like a few injuries to snap me back into oh fuck mode. had a key player on my fantasy hockey team go down with a torn ACL, so it's going to be a wide mix of replacements until the right one shows up. i've got a decent lead in that league, but i've seen such leads go away in a matter of weeks before. as for football, had to make some minor adjustments in the just in case mode for the fantasy football finals. hopefully the injury reports later today come out in my favor. that will help calm the stress since i won't be watching for the first part of the games on Sunday. another basketball game at Dayton awaits. hopefully there is a much better outcome this time around. on both fronts.

it actually got to "normal" temps today. the sun felt pretty damn good when i was out feeding the animals. of course, the sliding door that i use to get inside to feed the cats came off the rail. and it was a bitch trying to get it back on. amazingly, equipment from the 1930's tend to rust and no longer function after 80 years. i was able to get the door shut but i won't use it again as i know i didn't get it back on correctly. perhaps if it was a little warmer out i would have fucked with it for longer than the 20 minutes i did. sadly, here in the winter, sun does not equal heat.

the New York Rangers play tonight in Washington. i have no clue how they are going to play. i'd love to sit here and think they are going to win their 3rd straight. i'll believe it when i see it i guess.

i'll be back on here tomorrow after my morning sports. team USA plays in the World Juniors at 7:30 in the morning. that will go right into Manchester United playing Norwich at 10 in the morning. hopefully i'll be having a few victory beers later in the day.

as you'll see below, i also listened to a shitload of music today.

hope everyone has a great last weekend of 2013. be well, be drunk, be creative, be generous, and believe in yourself... just in case no one else gives a shit.

peace

music:

Otis Redding - The Very Best Of
Ray LaMontagne - Till the Sun Turns Black
Johnny Cash - American V: A Hundred Highways
Nine Inch Nails - Year Zero
Prodigy - The Fat of the Land

"Better remain silent, better not even think, if you are not prepared to act." - Annie Besant

end of the silly season

i will be spending a good portion of today waiting to see confirmed news about Manchester United signing someone, ANYONE. one thing i have learned about news in Europe, none of it is true until it actually happens. speculation is passed as fact. personally, that drives me fucking insane.

my shitty Sunday was topped off by the Yankees pissing away a well pitched game by Andy Pettitte. watching a 3-0 lead with 9 outs to go suddenly become a 7-3 deficit and eventual loss was disheartening to say the least. they play the White Sox later today. Phil Hughes is on the mound. i put the over/under on the number of home runs he gives up at 3. i'm not looking forward to this.

Big Brother was just about what i was expecting. i already know who won the POV, so i'm really hoping the double eviction gets out the 2 bitches i can't stand, Amanda and Elissa. i'm pulling for Judd to win it now.

Total Divas was pretty funny. i love how clueless 19 year old women can be at times. nice to see Curt Hawkins get more screen time than he gets on Raw or Smackdown. (he was on for maybe 3 seconds at most).

my fantasy draft for NFL.com went pretty well. it should be another team i will be able to compete with, especially if my waiver wire moves come through. hard to believe that season starts in just a few days.

so, between this morning and last night, i have written 6 new poems. i typed all of them up this morning and i do believe i have a few winners. i think i'll be making some submissions probably early next week.

i believe i have finally figured out the kittens mystery. for almost a month i had not seen a cat nursing the 4 new kittens. but, they still weren't dead, so someone was. so, after the Yankees bullpen became arsonists yesterday, i went out to the barn. and sure enough, i caught my cat Irvine Welsh nursing one of the kittens. so, i'm going to assume that she's the mother. they are now out of the igloo, so i'm going to have to watch my steps when i'm feeding the cats in there. if i step on one of them, i'm pretty sure they will be dead.

seeing that today is a holiday in the USA, i will most likely spend most of the day watching sports and eating bad food. but other than the Yankees game and Monday Night Raw, i really have no clue what i'll be watching. football season has started, so between college and pro, there's a game on pretty much every night.

that's all for today. i have cats to feed, a newspaper to read, and a Yankees team to go bitch about.

peace and chicken grease.

music:

Prodigy - Fat of the Land
Ryan Bingham - Tomorrowland
Phantogram - Nightlife
Van Morrison - His Band and the Street Choir
INXS - The Greatest Hits

"The simple act of paying attention can take you a long way." - Keanu Reeves

i was hoping to avoid all of this

today was/is one of those days where my mind is in one of those really weird spaces. the daughter of the woman that molested me is getting married today. at the surface it's really no big deal to me. peel back the onion and then you enter the absolute mind fuck zone. i was hoping to avoid it, but i knew damn well, there is a prick asshole writer inside of me that loves this shit. so yeah, i wrote 4 poems today. and honestly, i think they are all really good. i got a feeling i might have a big submission or two going out in early July.

the Yankees managed to lose a 3-0 lead last night to lose 4-3. i of course didn't see any of the bad stuff as my sister had taken over the television and i didn't feel like taking my lazy fat ass to the other room or upstairs to watch the game. maybe if they were better this year... so i watched Dateline i think, or something like that. i was doing a word search so i wouldn't pick an argument. thankfully, the Yankees are blacked out for me tonight.

in my futile attempt to avoid my mind today, i watched a little tennis. i even rolled coins. to put it bluntly, nothing fucking worked.

i need to get in a nice long shower before the next round of storms hit.

not exactly sure what i'll be watching tonight other than ROH and Big Brother After Dark. i'm not exactly thrilled with the plan the powers that be in the house have for the first elimination. i can see the logic but sadly, i don't think these people have truly watched the show. you leave someone in the house after you had the chance to get rid of them and it will always come back to haunt you. and when that someone is production's little darling, i do hope they are ready to be fucked for the next few months.

a big thank you to Frontier Communications for the whole 5 days or so the internet actually worked decently. lets just say today it's back to being a big old piece of shit.

i may have some good news to share about my book, Sofisticated White Trash, in the coming days. fingers are crossed as it may involve a little exposure overseas.

if you happen to follow this blog via email, please shoot me an email and let me know. i want to see if i can do a little something for the hell i put you people through. besides, this rag has been around for more than a year now. much longer than i thought it would last.

a big sports day tomorrow with the Confederations Cup coming to an end and the NHL Draft. not sure when i will do a post. i want to give the new Showtime show Ray Donovan a chance. so i'm guessing it could be a late night rambler. besides, i do believe the Yankees are on Sunday Night Baseball as well. no sleep for the wicked...

that's all for today... peace and chicken grease.

music today:

Pearl Jam - 5/9/10 Cleveland, Ohio
Black Sabbath - 13
Prodigy - The Fat Of The Land

"Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving." - Erma Bombeck

i'm running on fumes

i got an email yesterday from a publisher wanting to know if i would like to send him some work. of course i said yes, knowing damn well that i hardly have anything sitting around that i've written. so, there i was, at 3 in the morning, listening to techno and pounding out 5 poems. i typed them up this morning and holy shit, i actually like a few of these. they will be sent out tomorrow in a couple of submissions. more details will come tomorrow.

and while we're on the topic of poetry, the poet of the day on my Google+ page is my good friend Ross Vassilev.

what a massive win last night for the New York Rangers. Hank played probably the best i have ever seen him play in net. nearly 50 saves in a 4-1 win over Carolina. below are the game highlights

for some damn reason i did follow the Yankee game yesterday from time to time online. why? i suppose i'm a glutton for punishment. my pitching theory is still holding true. Detroit goes for the sweep today. i'll probably watch some of the game just so i can get some sleep.

and i will need that sleep as not only do i have Wrestlemania to watch this evening, but also all the season finales of the Showtime shows. this will be another late one for this old man.

can't say i remember much of Saturday Night Live or ROH last night. i was busy trying to figure out what to write. i remember watching both but my mind was clearly elsewhere.

i did watch the Final 4 last night. much like most of this tournament, i got half of it right. i picked Louisville before the whole thing started to win. on Monday i'll see if i was correct. and seeing they are playing a school i absolutely can't stand, i'll be all in for Louisville.

and to whet the taste buds for this evening, here is my good friend "Primetime" Sam Roberts interviewing CM Punk about Wrestlemania

that is all. the trash is picked up and all the animals are fed. i'm off to go read the Sunday paper, watch a little hockey and take one long nap.

music today:

Prodigy - The Fat of the Land
AC/DC - High Voltage

"Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack." - Rainer Maria Rilke

the happiness lasted for maybe 6 hours at best

i was not shocked at Manchester United's loss yesterday. thankfully, i didn't watch so my frustration with the lack of goals was muted somewhat. i was not thrilled to see that Cleverley came off with an injury. if he can't go this weekend, one of the old men (Giggs, Scholes) may have to play the whole 90 on Sunday. fuck, hopefully RvP is ready to destroy City and leave those blue fuckers crying for the rest of the season.

i was pleasantly shocked to see Dayton beat Alabama last night. easily, the most complete performance they have had all season. they finally looked like the team i thought i would see for the most of this season. hopefully they remember to play that way again when i see them on Saturday.

and any happiness i may have had from last night ended when i saw the Yankees offered a contract to Kevin Youkilis. fuck me, has it really turned to this? i mean, i had to accept Boggs and Damon even though it felt like part of my soul was dying, but, Youk? fuck me. turn to one of the kids and allow them to fail before you waste money on the Red Sox trash. knowing my luck i'll wake up tomorrow and he's accepted the deal.

bad enough my NFL.com fantasy team is going against someone who has half his roster playing tonight. i know i have already clinched the regular season title, but 1 loss looks much better than 2, i'm just sayin'.

got all the music i needed to burn for gifts for my family done today. so, now it's just waiting for one more gift for my sister to arrive and then time to break out the newspaper and wrap gifts. where the fuck did this year go?

NFL and The Big Bang Theory tonight. maybe a little of Dave's Old Porn as well later on. that and trying to keep up with everything going on with my google+ account. my thirst for knowledge will eventually drive me insane.

(somewhere i hear my family laughing, muttering eventually? more like already.)

music today:

Prodigy - The Fat Of The Land

"All I ask is the chance to prove that money can't make me happy." - Spike Milligan

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

a slow death

sat down at 1 to watch the Yankees. before i could get comfortable, the Braves are up 3-0. glad to see Phil Hughes revert back to the old version. then decided to go shave and shower. get all that done and the score is 6-1. instead of watching, i went and sent out some poems. get done with that and it's 6-4.

the Grandy man makes it 6-5. and then A-Rod steps up, runners on 1st and 3rd, a fucking fly ball ties the game and the asshole of course, hits into a double play.

and then came a slow death. defensive miscues, shitty pitching, an appearance by the human white flag Freddy Garcia and the Yankees lose 10-5.

YUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

will pay a bit of attention to the NHL awards tonight. i'm hoping Hank can finally win the Vezina. will definitely make this Ranger fan very happy. also, will be nice to get the hockey juices going again with the draft and all the trade rumors heating up.

hotter than dog shit here today. no sight of rain. hopefully some tomorrow. any rain would help at this point. any.

music for today:

Prodigy - The Fat of the Land
Tom Waits - Bad As Me

"I could tell that my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio."
     - Rodney Dangerfield