i remember this holiday was a fun one for me when i was a kid. fireworks, cookouts, parties, sunshine, etc... but now as an adult, fireworks don't do anything for me. if i would be having a cookout, i would be the one cooking. i haven't been to a party in years. sunshine isn't that big of a deal to me ever since mom got skin cancer. and the true meaning of independence day is lost on so many sheep in this country. and besides that, not everyone is allowed to celebrate this day. which honestly, to see the amount of bigotry and ignorance still in this country in 2022 is beyond fucking depressing.
and speaking of that, i sat down to write yesterday. 2 hours of sitting and looking at a blank page. 2 hours of nothing. so, now i really know i am depressed. i was hoping a shower at 3 in the morning would help. i got out this morning and fed the birds and watered the tomato plants. and yeah, still fucking depressed. so yeah, not exactly the mood i wanted for the 4th of July.
the Yankees had more errors than hits yesterday. they lost to Cleveland, 2-0. they are off today and start a series in Pittsburgh tomorrow night.
the season finale of The Man Who Fell to Earth was excellent last night.
both episodes of We Hunt Together were good last night. i might just binge the series later this week since there are only 6 episodes.
The Chi was excellent last night.
Flatbush Misdemeanors was pretty funny last night.
Westworld was very good last night.
enjoy some music:
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on the DVR tonight will be Monday Night Raw and Miz and Mrs.
the USWNT plays tonight against Haiti in group play of the CONCACAF women's championship.
i did watch most of the USMNT U-20 game last night against the Dominican Republic. the USA won 6-0 to win the tournament.
the only tradition i have for the 4th of July anymore is watching the hot dog eating contest. i have that on in the background right now.
Joey Chestnut won his 15th title, eating 63 hot dogs. just imagine that bowel movement.
i did listen to episode 402 of Notsam Wrestling this morning. you can find that by going here:
as a sports fan, i do a pretty good job of staying in the moment. the task at hand, etc. i do my best to apply that to my life. and i am trying to get mom to do that as well. my belief is when her mind starts to wander off into the distance, her auto-pilot is drunk and asleep at the wheel. that would explain the falls, etc. just a theory but it makes sense, at least in my eyes.
i wrote 2 poems while mom was in physical therapy yesterday. i typed those up after we ate lunch. she wanted an Orange Cream shake from Arby's, so we just got lunch from there. i tried that new Wagyu beef sandwich they have. it was really good. the poems were really good as well. i'm hoping to get another handful of poems written this week so i'll have plenty to choose from for the next round of submissions.
the New York Yankees lost to Baltimore last night, 6-4. that is 3 losses in a row for the Yankees. hopefully, they will end that fucking streak tonight.
here are your highlights from the NHL playoffs last night:
here are your highlights from the NBA playoffs last night:
Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night.
Don't Forget the Lyrics! was very good last night.
enjoy some music:
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on the DVR tonight will be NXT, two episodes including the season finale of Young Rock, the season finale of Name That Tune, Holey Moley, Mayans and Deadliest Catch.
the New York Rangers play Game 4 tonight at home against Carolina. hopefully, the Rangers will even the series at 2-2 tonight.
mom did get her doctor's appointment today changed to the afternoon. that made her very happy.
after i get home from taking her to the appointment, i need to do the dishes and get the trash picked up.
i should be on here Wednesday after i get all the grocery shopping done.
that's all for me kids. until tomorrow...
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.
los sueños extraños nunca me asustan
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:
Van Halen - Best Of Both Worlds
U2 - Desire
AC/DC - Shoot To Thrill
Slayer - Raining Blood
Iron Maiden - The Number of the Beast
"When times are difficult , I just tell myself, 'I'm just passing through.'" - Eric Cantona
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
i watched the first episode of that Hemingway documentary on PBS last night. it is truly fucking amazing. Hemingway is definitely one of many influences on my writing. and the first episode had some things in it that i had never known. i finished that at 2 in the morning. i think i might have got to bed sometime around 5. of course, i was up at 9 this morning because mom had physical therapy at 10. good times.
the poet of the day for this day of National Poetry Month is Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal. i have been published with LCB for years and i have always enjoyed his work.
the Yankees defeated the Orioles last night, 7-0. hopefully they do the same thing tonight.
Baylor lead from start to finish last night, defeating Gonzaga, 86-70.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Hemingway, Young Rock, Kenan, Dark Side of the Ring: Confidential and Mayans M.C. i'll be watching the WWE Hall of Fame Ceremonies on Peacock for most of the evening.
the New York Rangers play tonight at home against Pittsburgh. hopefully the boys will find a way to win.
i will probably be on here tomorrow after i get the grocery shopping done.
i have trash to pick up here and next door, so that's all for me kids.
until tomorrow...
fight the power.
fuck racism.
fuck hatred.
fuck the police.
black lives matter.
stay healthy.
wash your fucking hands.
wear your mask.
get the shot.
Hay una cierta locura que conlleva ser un genio.
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:
Bob Dylan - The Man In Me
Noname - Rainforest
Donny Hathaway - A Song for You
The White Stripes - Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground
"Sentimentality is a form of fatigue." - Leonora Carrington
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
