one of my least favorite days of the year...

 my father would have been 76 years old today. thank god he's fucking dead.

it has been threatening to rain all damn day. and of course, as soon as i got out into the driveway to go to Rite Aid, it started to rain. thankfully, my pills were ready and i found what mom needed pretty quickly.

Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night. i'm really hoping SummerSlam this Saturday is going to be good.

the two episodes of Miz & Mrs last night were hilarious.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be NXT and What We Do in the Shadows.

the Yankees play at the Mets tonight. two game subway series. hopefully, the Yankees will find a way to win.

the Red Scare play tonight in the TBT. they are playing the team that eliminated them two years ago i believe, so that should be interesting.

i have no damn clue what i am doing for dinner tonight. i need to pick up the trash and get that out. i did get most of mom's laundry done yesterday. of course, i wasn't thrilled making her bed at 1:30 in the morning. joy.

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

until then kids...

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.

Ojalá tuviera un padre mejor

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:

Stone Gossard & Ani DiFranco - Disorders

Psycho & Plastic - Back and Forth

Josh Rouse - Hollow Moon

Jim Croce - You Don't Mess Around with Jim

Dada - Dizz Knee Land

"An intellectual is a person who's found one thing that's more interesting than sex." - Aldous Huxley

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

what am i doing awake at this hour

i'm starting to write this at 9:45 AM on a Sunday morning. no big deal most of you might think, but not to this fucker who didn't go to sleep until 5 AM. good times.

got an offer to cut off my goatee last night for a picture of this black woman's ass. it was a very tempting offer, but i said no. i believe it was one of those that my imagination is more powerful and i don't want a picture to ruin it. besides, i do plan on seeing her ass sometime before i die.

i wrote 6 poems last night. typed them up last night as well. i believe i may have a few winners in that batch. i also came up with a few different logos for this blog. i'll try sometime in the next week or so to get some pictures of them and post them here to see what all 2 or 3 of you who read this think.

while i was writing those poems last night, it dawned on me that this was the weekend of my 20 year high school reunion. of course, i suppose i was not supposed to know that info, as i was never invited to the festivities. i doubt i missed anything.

the Yankees won yesterday, 7-1. some great pitching, timely hitting, and taking advantage of some mistakes. hopefully that is how they play the entire second half. they go for the sweep today.

ROH was good last night. the tag team of War Machine is one to keep your eyes on. those guys will be stars before too long.

hopefully i will get a nap sometime today as i have a crazy night of television ahead for me. Big Brother, Ray Donovan, Masters of Sex, Last Week Tonight, and finally, The Strain. i have no idea how long i'll be up to catch all of them as a few overlap with each other. i do think i have mom convinced that whenever the fuck we do move, we're getting a DVR.

speaking of mom, she hit her head last night while getting into her SUV. i fear she may have another concussion as she has been nauseous and complaining of a headache. doesn't help that her left ear is still bothering her, even after the surgery. i'm doing my best to keep relatively quiet and stay out of her way.

the dense fog has finally lifted from this morning. i need to get my ass in gear as i have plenty of shit to do this morning. i imagine the animals would like some food and i need to pickup the trash. might surprise my mother with some breakfast, although i have no fucking clue what she would like to eat.

and now, the final update on the potential vacation. it has now become a stay-cation, as mom has decided she's going to use that week off to clean the house and get rid of some shit so we don't have to do it while trying to move. so, i know what i'll be doing the first week of August. looks like the poor will be wearing some new clothes come this fall.

enough of my rambling. i do hope everyone is having a great weekend.

be well. be creative. be a good drinker and a better lover. be sure she's not a cop first.

music:

Tinsley Ellis - Kiss of Death
Joanne Shaw Taylor - Blackest Day
The Ragged Jubilee - Can't Stop Loving You
Muddy Waters - Champagne & Reefer (Live)
Joe Bonamassa - Midnight Blues (Live)
Tedeschi Trucks Band - Learn How To Love
Mike Mattison - Midnight In Harlem

"My methodology is not knowing what I'm doing and making that work for me." - Stone Gossard