you ever have those moments where the fog never lifts and you realize you haven't been able to get really good sleep for about 30 years now. welcome to my world.
the New York Yankees pissed away the lead yesterday against the Cubs and lost, 7-4. they fired their hitting coach after the game. i wish they would fire a few more coaches and players... it is now the All-Star break. the Yankees will be off until July 14th when they play at Colorado.
the USWNT defeated Wales yesterday, 2-0. they are now off to New Zealand for the Women's World Cup.
the USMNT defeated Canada in a crazy ass game last night. the match finished 2-2 after the 30 minutes of extra time. then the USA won the penalty shootout 3-2. they will play Panama in the semifinals. Mexico will play Jamaica in the other semifinal.
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 doubt will watch much of the home run derby tonight.
i will hopefully get a few poems written today while mom is in physical therapy.
i did listen to episode 455 of Notsam Wrestling this morning. you can hear that by going here:
it was nice enough so far today, that i have been able to open the house up and let the breeze through. it has warmed up enough that it actually feels nice outside.
your poet of the day for this day of National Poetry Month is Danny D. Ford.
i found some wrestling cards yesterday at Big Lots. they were from the years 2013 - 2019. that made me go through all my wrestling cards yesterday. many of the ones i got yesterday were worth a little money. the ones i had from 2020 that i hadn't priced out yet had some amazing prices on them. so yeah, that was a fruitful trip. of course, Kroger didn't call until today about mom's pills. so i have to go get those after i get done with this and take a shower.
mom and i get our second COVID vaccine shots tomorrow. if they keep the times the same as of now, i'm going to try to get the blog done before i get the shot. if they change them to the early afternoon like last time, the blog will come afterwards.
i hope everyone had a great weekend.
thanks to everyone that has checked out my latest SoundCloud recordings...
Si tuviera un dólar por cada hijo de puta que intentó estafarme ...
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:
Sara Watkins - Long Hot Summer Days
John Prine - Lake Marie (Live)
Beck - Loser
The Rolling Stones - Loving Cup
"Writers, particularly poets, always feel exiled in some way - people who don't exactly feel at home, so they try to find a home in language." - Natasha Trethewey
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
as i was falling asleep last night, i realized i forgot to call in my medications to the pharmacy. so, first thing i did this morning after i took my blood sugar (which always seems to be lower a morning after i drink any whiskey over 100 proof), i called in my medications. and for shits and giggles, i got on the Rite Aid website to see if i could schedule getting a vaccine shot. and holy shit, they actually had appointments available in town next week. so, i made mine and told mom to go make hers. so, we both get our first shot next Tuesday evening.
The Voice was good last night. it was the last night of the blind auditions. now, the battle rounds start.
the series finale of Beartown was excellent last night.
Monday Night Raw was a little up and down for me last night. at least the up parts were really, really good.
the New York Rangers defeated Buffalo last night, 5-3.
the Yankees lost to the Phillies last night, 4-0. today, they are playing the Tigers. it's currently 5-5 in the bottom of the 9th.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Young Rock, Kenan, Dark Side of the Ring: Confidential and Mayans M.C.
mom scared the shit out of me last night. it was around 2 in the morning and she called for me while in bed and asked me to go get the stuff to check her blood pressure. it was high, all 3 times we took it. she took some Tylenol and then went to sleep. i'm hoping they get her on the pills she needs to be on to get her blood pressure down soon. the way she describes the way her heart feels, i'm not liking what it coming down the road without some new pills soon.
i have to take her to an appointment tomorrow at 8 in the morning. that should be a fresh slice of hell, since neither of us are morning people. but, i hope that will be the last one she needs to see to get on the new medications.
the Yankees and Tigers finished at 5-5.
i need to go pick up the trash 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.
también deberías ir a ponerte la vacuna
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:
Bishop Briggs - River
Sarah McLachlan - Good Enough
Freya Ridings - You Mean the World to Me (Live)
Sara Watkins - Long Hot Summer Days
"Walking through this life really is walking through fire." - Chaka Khan
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
first off, i was never that much into the Cars when i was growing up, but i did love the work Ric Ocasek did as a producer for No Doubt, Weezer, Guided by Voices, etc. rest in peace, you have earned it.
the New Orleans Saints lost yesterday to the Rams, 27-9. the fucking refs blew another call against the Saints, this time costing them a defensive touchdown. and the league wants to say they don't have it out for the Saints. right. they also missed the play where a Rams player ripped off a Saints player's helmet and punched him in the face. Drew Brees fucked up his thumb on his throwing hand early in the game. that kind of threw everything off for the rest of the game. it looks like Drew is going to need surgery for his thumb and could miss 6 to 8 weeks. the Saints have the highest paid backup in the NFL. time to see if Teddy Bridgewater is worth it.
the New York Yankees lost to Toronto yesterday, 6-4. they are off tonight and start their final homestand of the season tomorrow night against the Angels. the magic number is down to 3, so i do believe they will clinch the division at home.
WWE Clash of Champions was pretty good last night.
Big Brother was good last night. Michie deserves a fucking award for pulling that lie off. and since i know Michie won the VETO, i'm pretty sure Cliff will be the one evicted from the final four.
Power was fucking awesome last night.
Succession was very good last night.
The Righteous Gemstones was hilarious last night.
Ballers was good last night.
Last Week Tonight was brilliant as usual.
The Affair was excellent last night.
On Becoming A God in Central Florida was very funny last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be The Deuce. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.
i will probably watch some of the Monday night game between the Browns and Jets.
mom told me today she wants to get her blood work done tomorrow morning. so, i should probably be on here after we get back from breakfast.
i hope everyone had a great weekend.
until tomorrow kids...
la vida se me va acabando lentamente
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:
B.B. King - Sweet Little Angel (Live)
Sara Watkins - Long Hot Summer Days
Lonesome River Band - Perfume, Powder & Lead
Buddy Guy - I Gotta Try You Girl
"Imagination is the highest kite one can fly." - Lauren Bacall
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
i did something last night/early this morning that i really try to never do. i went to asleep pissed off beyond belief.
and it wasn't about the Yankees losing on a walk off home run in the 11th inning. it was more about the fucking umpire getting a call wrong in the top half of that inning that really set me the fuck off. i could understand if it was a bang bang play considering these old fucks were up way past their bedtimes. but this wasn't even close. and 20 seconds later ESPN had the replay to prove it. god forbid a baseball game goes 20 seconds longer to get a call right. and people wonder why no one under 30 gives a shit about this sport anymore.
so that pissed off feeling has basically lasted all day long. from the gigantic shit i took this morning, to the rain forest feel of the air as i was feeding the animals, to the standing water in the basement/cellar, to the rust on the water filter after just 10 days of use, to the downpour i was walking in to get the paper and mail.
i was hoping a nice long shower was going to help, but it didn't. i was hoping music was going to put me in a different frame of mind, but no luck there either. fuck it.
i did watch Big Brother last night. not much different than how i thought it went. The Newsroom was excellent once again. and finally, Ray Donovan had me laughing my ass off. the final scene in the gay bar had me nearly in tears.
not sure i'll pay much attention to the Yankees tonight. they start a new series in Texas 7 games out of first place. i won't throw in the towel but i'm not sure if i can say the same for the team.
probably the only good news in the last little while was team USA destroying El Salvador yesterday 5-1 in Gold Cup action. probably their best performance of the tournament. next game is Wednesday against Honduras. hopefully they can extend the winning streak to 10 games.
i'll probably be hitting the bed right after Monday Night Raw this evening as Manchester United plays early in the morning in Japan, i believe. at least the plan will be to go to sleep. i figure i'll achieve that by 2 am or so.
that's all for today.
music:
Sara Watkins - Sara Watkins
PJ Harvey - To Bring You My Love
Cat Power - The Greatest
"I think all actors are supposed to be character actors." - Dennis Farina (Feb. 29, 1944 - July 22, 2013)
