Showing posts with label sarah shook and the disarmers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sarah shook and the disarmers. Show all posts

Thursday, April 11, 2024

another rainy day...

the rain is still going on. i am hoping it will be ending soon, but i have no clue. i spent most of today in pain. i was able to help mom pay her bills. as soon as i get this done, i have to add up all her stuff for her taxes. and then at some point, i would love to shave and shower tonight.


here are your 3 videos for this day of national poetry month:






the Yankees lost last night at home to the Marlins, 5-2. they are off tonight and start a series tomorrow night at Cleveland.






AEW Dynamite was ok last night. i laughed when i saw the CM Punk footage they were teasing. to release it with no audio makes no sense and it doesn't prove Punk to be a liar like so many were hoping. it would be nice if AEW would realize they are light years away from being on WWE's level, so just improve the product and give the fans a reason to watch. i don't think Tony Kahn has it in him to not be petty.







Abbott Elementary was hilarious last night.


The Masked Singer was crazy as usual.




American Horror Story was fucking nuts last night.



here are your NBA highlights from last night.



enjoy some music:






and now some of this and that:









on the DVR tonight will be Young Sheldon.


the New York Rangers play at home tonight against Philadelphia.



i should be on here tomorrow after i take mom to her accountant. of course, if she doesn't feel up to it, i will have to take all the paperwork there myself. thankfully, it is in town, so not a far drive.


i need to go get started on dinner.


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.


Otro día lluvioso


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:


Jane Bell - Mother Ate


GloRilla & Megan Thee Stallion - Wanna Be


Marcus King - Delilah


Michael Burks - Make It Rain


Sarah Shook & The Disarmers - Revelations


"Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure." - Mark Strand


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



Tuesday, March 5, 2024

woke up in the middle of a thunderstorm...

 i knew i was in for it today when i woke up in the middle of a thunderstorm. i ached like a motherfucker. still do. joy.


well, the New York Rangers lost last night at home to Florida, 4-2. to be honest, i think the Rangers need a center, a right wing and a defensive defenseman. and i think they will probably have to give up their first round pick in the draft to get 2 of those positions. if they don't, i honestly can't see them winning more than one round in the playoffs. trade deadline is this Friday.







The Voice was very good last night. hopefully, it will be tonight as well.





Monday Night Raw was good last night.














here are your NBA highlights from last night:



enjoy some music:





and now some of this and that:









on the DVR tonight will be NXT, The Voice, Shogun, Dark Side of the Ring and A Revolution on Canvas.


the Dayton Flyers play tonight at Saint Louis. hopefully, they will find a way to win on the road.


i should be on here tomorrow after i get the grocery shopping done.


a big thank you to everyone for checking out my latest published poem:




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.


desperté en medio de una tormenta


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:


Caribe Acido - La Carrera de los Perros


Loren Kramar - Hollywood Blvd


Sarah Shook & the Disarmers - Motherfucker


The cost - Not For Me


The Black Crowes - Cross Your Fingers


"I'm not interested in meeting people's expectations, and I'm not interested in pleasing people." 
                                                                  - John Frusciante


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


Thursday, February 3, 2022

and here comes the snow...

 so, i just happened to notice this afternoon footprints in the ice and snow up to our door. the item i ordered from Publishers Clearing House arrived via the post office. so, i knew i needed to get out there and get the mail. thankfully, i did that right before the snow really picked up. we got a decent amount of ice and now i'm guessing we're going to get a good 6 to 12 inches of snow. good times.


the USMNT defeated Honduras 3-0 last night. it was indeed, colder than hell last night. it was good to see them win when they had to.











the Dayton Flyers whipped VCU on the road last night, 82-52. that was fucking beautiful to watch.



Celebrity Big Brother was crazy last night. it probably will be again tonight as well.



Batwoman was excellent last night. only two episodes remain.




I Can See Your Voice was good last night.


AEW Dynamite was great last night.



enjoy some music:






and now some of this and that:









on the DVR tonight will be Celebrity Big Brother and Vice News Tonight. i watched NXT UK this afternoon. it was excellent.





i'm still hoping to get some poems written tonight. 


i should be on here tomorrow after Manchester United plays in the FA Cup.



i hope the weather is better where you are.


until tomorrow kids...


fight the power.


fuck racism.


fuck hatred.


fuck the police.


black lives matter.


stay healthy.


wash your fucking hands.


stay socially distant.


get the fucking shot.


aquí viene la nieve


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:


Sarah Shook and the Disarmers - Talkin' To Myself


Morphine - You Look Like Rain


Dijon - Talk Down


Ray Charles - Let's Go Get Stoned (Live)


Funkadelic - I Wanna Know If It's Good to You


"Race is more like a language than it is like the way in which we are biologically constituted." 
                                                                                                          - Stuart Hall


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