the case of the missing glasses...

 somehow, my mother has lost her glasses. we have looked all over her room and haven't found them. i get the feeling this is going to be my future until her death. joy.

here are your links for this day of Black History Month:

https://blackfacts.com/fact/rosa-parks-born-roas-louise-mccauley-was-born-on-this-day

https://blackfacts.com/fact/a-stamp-of-sojourner-truth-is-issued

The Voice was good last night.

Monday Night Raw was very good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be NXT and St. Denis Medical.

the Dayton Flyers play tonight at home against Davidson.

i'm doing a little experimenting for dinner tonight. i got some onions and mushrooms i need to use. so, i'm thinking of cooking them with some ground turkey and then add some cheese and that will be dinner. mom's teeth are going bad, so she can only eat soft stuff. i figure that should work.

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

i did write 1 poem last night. it seems i'm writing more about death and suicide lately. go figure.

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.

El caso de las gafas perdidas

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:

Gus Baldwin & the Sketch - (She's Gone) Arigato

Okonski - Dahlia

Bad Brains - Kick Out the Jams

TV on the Radio - Province

Street Sweeper Social Club - The New Fuck You

"Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others." - Rosa Parks

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

if i was 20 years younger...

i have little doubt i would be one of the protestors and be quite tempted to start breaking shit or torment the police. growing up with many black friends, i got to see first hand the way the police treat and think about blacks. it disgusted me then and still disgusts me to this day. i saw a post today on MeWe that i loved.

i was in high school when the riots were going on in Los Angeles. one of the more fascinating experiences in my life. the only white kid in a class of 25 or so. i learned pretty damn quickly how to be an ally. if my health was better and i didn't have a disabled mother to take care of, i'd be out there today.

mom wanted some Chinese food for lunch today. thankfully, the only Chinese restaurant we have in town is open again. i went to pick that up. i was pretty pleased with all the safety measures they have taken in the restaurant. the food was excellent as always.

it's way fucking hotter today. i think it is currently 87 degrees outside. i can't fucking wait to go next door to do the trash. fuck me.

Monday Night Raw was ok last night.

Fuck That's Delicious was excellent last night.

Songland was very good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Deadliest Catch and WWE Backstage.

the asshole that runs this place has perfectly shown why i have such a fucking distaste for religion, capitalism, fascism, fuck, most of the isms. his little stunt last night to chase the peaceful protestors away with tear gas so we could all see the dictator wanna be photo of him at the church holding the bible was truly fucking ridiculous. and motherfuckers think i'm crazy when i say democracy is fucking dead in this country.

i'll be on here tomorrow after i get the grocery shopping done. i'm going to try to go in the morning since there are supposed to be storms around here tomorrow afternoon.

that's all for me kids.

keep up the fight.

nunca dejes de luchar por la justicia

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:

Chicano Batman - I Know It
Sly & the Family Stone - I Want to Take You Higher
Street Sweeper Social Club - The New Fuck You
Jimi Hendrix - Machine Gun (Live)

"Clever gimmicks of mass distraction yield a cheap soulcraft of addicted and self-medicated narcissists." - Cornell West

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

and then the rain becomes snow

it was almost dry enough this morning for me to get out in the yard and fix all the shit the rain fucked up. almost. i did that rather than watching more of the USA lose to Russia 4-0.

when i woke up this morning, Russia was already up 2-0 midway in the 2nd period. that's about what it should have been given that all of the USA's best players play in the NHL. the USA will play again on Tuesday. i think they have to win 2 straight games now to even get a chance to get a medal. i doubt that happens.

i realized the New York Rangers play this afternoon, so if i have any intention of going to see the Dayton Flyers play tonight, i better get the blog done now before Manchester United plays. and this is why i confuse most people. why the fuck would a poet give a shit about sports? good fucking question.

NJPW was excellent last night.

Real Time with Bill Maher was great last night.

Treehouse Masters was really good last night.

High Maintenance was hilarious last night.

2 Dope Queens was fucking hilarious last night.

Celebrity Big Brother went as i expected last night. Shannon got evicted and Omarosa is the new HOH. i was hoping to see her get evicted on Monday.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be ROH and Austin City Limits.

the New York Rangers play up in Ottawa this afternoon.

Manchester United plays at Huddersfield Town this afternoon in the FA Cup. hopefully United gets a win and advances to the next round.

the Dayton Flyers play tonight at home against Fordham. i'm planning on going to the game unless it starts to snow. Dayton isn't good enough this year for me to travel in the snow to see them play. i'll watch the game on television if that happens.

i will probably also watch some of the NBA All-Star Weekend shit tonight; slam dunk contest, 3 point contest, etc.

plus, there's always the Winter Olympics as well.

i hope everyone has a wonderful Saturday. if i have any boredom creep into my life this afternoon, i'll probably start to figure out where the next round of poems will be going to.

mis huesos dicen que va a nevar

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:

Carolina Chocolate Drops - Hit 'Em Up Style
James Carr - These Ain't Raindrops
Street Sweeper Social Club - The New Fuck You

"Limits, like fear, is often an illusion." - Michael Jordan

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

the epitome of a brutal loss

the New York Yankees were two outs away last night from an incredible win against one of the best pitchers in baseball and would have been just 3 1/2 games out of the division. instead, an unbelievable home run and some shitty managerial decisions took place and the Yankees lost 3-2 in 10 innings. an absolute brutal loss that has them 5 1/2 games out. thank god i have matured a bit. 10 years ago that would be the kind of loss that would have me up 2 days later still wondering about it. the Yankees start a series with the fucking Mets tonight. hopefully they start to fucking win consistently again.

Big Brother was pretty funny last night. the look on Cody's face when he couldn't even lose correctly was priceless.

Power was fucking great last night. another excellent ending.

Ballers was really good last night.

Insecure was fucking fantastic last night.

Last Week Tonight was absolutely hilarious.

The Strain was really good last night.

Ray Donovan was good last night.

Twin Peaks was yet another delicious mind fuck. loved the David Bowie flashback.

the season finale of I'm Dying Up Here was excellent last night.

i did watch the first leg of the Spanish Super Cup yesterday. CR7 had a very interesting few minutes. come on as a sub, score an amazing goal, get a yellow card for showing the crowd how many abs you have, get another yellow card (wrongly) for falling down in the box and then push the referee in the back when he shows you the red card. he ended up with a 5 game suspension for just about 20 minutes of action in the game. Real Madrid defeated Barcelona 3-1. the second leg is on Wednesday.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and I Hart Food. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.

my last load of laundry is in the dryer. the dishes are already done. so, now all i have to do is clean the toilets. joy.

i think i got almost 5 1/2 hours of sleep last night. sadly, i don't think i moved at all. so, waking up this morning, that felt like murder in my joints. hello arthritis, fuck you.

just imagine if the dipshit acting as President would have said what he said today on Saturday. i imagine a good number of people would actually think he was starting to understand what being President actually means. instead, today was simply cleaning up a public relations mess and nothing more. he looked so damn uncomfortable throwing the racists, his people, under the bus. i'm sure all you Trump voters must feel proud.

i hope everyone had a great weekend. i'm off to go fold clothes and get ready for dinner.

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:

Buffalo Killers - The Path Before Me
Marilyn Manson - The Beautiful People
Street Sweeper Social Club - The New Fuck You

"You should always leave the party 10 minutes before you actually do." - Gary Larson

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

the summer rain

i'm not sure if i can remember a summer with this much damn rain. and of course, i think the people that mow our grass are out of town, so it didn't get cut before this latest inch or more of rain fell. joy.

the New York Yankees got some more great starting pitching yesterday and plenty of offense to beat the Reds 9-5. they start another series tonight against Tampa. if they are "for real" about making the playoffs and being a threat, they need to win this series against the Rays.

Manchester United lost to Barcelona last night 1-0. honestly, the score was better than it should have been. David De Gea was the sole reason United only gave up 1 goal in the first half. United desperately needs help in the midfield and defense to play against a team like Barcelona.

i liked how the USA came out last night against Jamaica. they appeared they were taking the game seriously. of course, when Jamaica's best player (their goalkeeper) got injured and had to leave the game, it was like the USA thought the game was going to be easy now. once again, they were sloppy in the final third and it wasn't until a beautiful free kick from Jozy Altidore that they had a lead, 1-0. 4 minutes into the second half, Jamaica evened the score. go ahead and ratchet up the tension. Clint Dempsey put one off the post that had me pulling my fucking hair out. and then in the 88th minute, Jordan Morris, the guy who allowed his guy to score for Jamaica, makes up for his mistake with a wonderful goal. a cup winning goal. amazingly, they still haven't been defeated since Bruce Arena took over the job. i certainly enjoyed that victory drink last night.

Big Brother went as expected last night. sadly, i think Kevin ruined the surprise tonight. Ramses will get evicted and all the fireworks i was hoping for probably won't happen.

Lucha Underground was really good last night.

NXT was very good last night.

Snowfall was excellent once again last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and Big Brother.

i did listen to the latest Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast today. i highly recommend his interview with Jim Ross. you can find that by going here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/sam-roberts-wrestling-podcast/id934576040?mt=2

i'm hoping the damn rain has stopped. i know i need to get ready to take mom to physical therapy. i haven't had too many problems with the pinched nerves today. my greatest fear is that i'm developing carpal tunnel syndrome. i remember my father having it so bad in both wrists he had to have surgery on both of them. of course, that asshole had both done at the same time. that way we (mom, sister, myself) had to take care of him 24/7.

i can't imagine given my history being anything other than a poet.

i figure i will be on here tomorrow after a trip to the grocery store. it's supposed to be raining tomorrow, so that should be about as fun as a bag of flaming dicks.

that's all for me kids. take it easy and then take it again.

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:

Daddy Issues - Locked Out
The Radio Dept. - Swedish Guns
Street Sweeper Social Club - Paper Planes
Elvis Costello - Alison

"A man who writes for a living does not have to go anywhere in particular, and he could rarely afford to if he wanted." - C.S. Forester

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

victory beers and the lost art of tuning out the world

i have a crazy hair on my neck that is driving me fucking nuts at the moment. not sure why i'm sharing that other than the bizarre visual that some of you might get out of that.

last night was an interesting one for me. after my quiet time with the swimsuit issue, i took a shower. i got out just in time for the New York Rangers game.

i decided to watch the Toronto feed for the game. of course, when the Rangers took the lead, i couldn't change over to the New York feed. i was extremely pissed when the Rangers gave up a 2 goal lead in the 3rd period. thankfully, they found a way to get the next goal and win the game 5-4. way too fucking sloppy for my taste. here are some highlights from the game:

the game got over in the middle of the first half of the Dayton Flyers game. to say the basketball game was ugly is like saying Kanye has a massive ego. the game was bowling shoe ugly. both teams played like shit. now, i love defense, but sometimes it's actually called horrific shooting. thankfully, Dayton played just well enough to hang around and Saint Louis did exactly what they have done all season, folded down the stretch. Dayton scored the last 10 points of the game to win 51-44. what could be considered highlights are here:

those two victory beers really helped me sleep. at least it feels like they did. we got a little ice overnight it looked like. thankfully the sun is out now, taking care of it.

Manchester United plays Burnley this afternoon. it is an absolute MUST WIN game at home. i feel like they will win, but i'd love to see them be ruthless in this game. win by like 5 or 6 goals and i'll feel like they have a real shot at beating out these other teams for the top 4. just get by like they have been doing and i'll feel like it is last season all over again, except for the winning part.

after the game, i believe mom and i are going to the grocery store. that will hopefully produce a few poems for me. i'd like to do some writing late tonight.

i'm really looking forward to Lucha Underground tonight. it should be rather entertaining, given what the previews look like.

if i don't do any writing tonight, i'll be playing catch up on some podcasts.

that's all for me. mom needs this computer and the cats are surely hungry by now. hope everyone has a great day. thanks again for allowing me to waste a few minutes of your precious time.

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:

The New Basement Tapes - When I Get My Hands On You
Ed Sheeran - Thinking Out Loud
Thriving Ivory - Angels On the Moon
Brett Dennen - Queen of the Westside
Street Sweeper Social Club - The New Fuck You

"I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work." - Thomas A. Edison

reaching for the lotion bottle in your sleep...

i truly enjoy how bizarre my life is at some times. in my shower last night, i knocked off the scab that has formed on my left leg. well, little did i know, i was still bleeding when i went to bed last night. so, i now know how much i toss and turn. plus, i couldn't fall asleep for shit last night. thankfully, the west coast feed of Cinemax had some eye candy on at 6 this morning. 5 minutes later, and i was ready for a good nap.

and i truly know any weekend is going to be great when i wake up to watch Manchester City lose to West Ham.

after i get done with this, i need to feed the animals out here and get that done before El Clasico. i should try to get to the post office as well as i might have a package there waiting for me.

after the soccer match, mom and i will be heading down to UD Arena for some basketball. hopefully there is some decent parking left as we'll be getting there a little late.

after that, we need to swing by the grocery store to get my drugs. i didn't realize i was low until this morning.

i had a very musical evening last night. i watched the documentary on Swedish House Mafia before i saw Sonic Highways on HBO. i knew of the bands they were talking about in the Washington, D.C. punk scene, just never knew the real history of it. so, that was a very good history lesson. plus, the song that the Foo Fighters came up with at the end was fucking great. that's two weeks in a row that i have really enjoyed the show. that makes it must see from now on.

Ohio State plays on the road tonight, at Penn State. that should be a very tough environment for the young Buckeyes, but hopefully i will be drinking a victory beer later tonight.

i do believe Saturday Night Live is new tonight. and i will hopefully still be awake to watch the new episode of ROH.

my sister got in late last night/this morning. amazingly, she was up after about 6 hours of sleep. usually when she comes here she'll sleep a good 9 hours before she decides to get up. i know she wants me to burn some music for her sometime today. so, i'm going to be interested to see where the fuck i squeeze that in.

i will be on here tomorrow morning as Manchester United plays Chelsea at noon. and with all my fantasy football shit to do in the morning so i don't miss the game, i'm going to be pressed for time. basically because i will be glued to the United game. hopefully they shock the world. more on that tomorrow.

i do hope your Friday night has become a good Saturday. have a good stiff drink and only fuck the ones that cough. thanks again for allowing me to waste a few minutes of your time.

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:

Deep Purple - Perfect Strangers
Pearl Jam - Yellow Ledbetter (Live)
The Glitch Mob - Can't Kill Us
Street Sweeper Social Club - Paper Planes
American Aquarium - I Hope He Breaks Your Heart
Turnpike Troubadours - Gin, Smoke, Lies

"It takes a long time to become young." - Pablo Picasso

a stuffed nose only means one thing...

welcome to fall in Ohio. it was damn near 75 yesterday and this morning i wake up (way too early) and it is 38 degrees. that's the kind of temperature drop that makes me curious to see if my flu shot will actually work. we didn't have any frost thankfully. if it gets too cold the crops could be fucked. but, it certainly feels like football and hockey weather now.

Ohio State plays a trap game today at Maryland. hopefully they come out and take care of them early. if this gets into a back and forth game, the young Buckeyes could be in a for a cruel lesson once again. hopefully they win as they play at noon and the rest of my day will be shit if they lose.

there are a ton of college football games on today. i plan on watching a few of them between naps and whatever else goes on today. later tonight i'll be watching Saturday Night Live and then ROH. and then getting a few hours of sleep to get up and watch Manchester United tomorrow morning. i'll be blogging after that, hopefully. i believe my fantasy hockey roster will be known by that time.

The Knick was fascinating last night. Clive Owen was brilliant. withdrawal is one cruel fucking time in a life. i can't wait to see what happens next week.

the wrestling ippv on YouTube last night was long and was good in spots. i'll say this, thankfully it was free. i would have been pissed if i paid for it given all the technical problems. of course, that's life in the indies. the match of the night was Candice and Joey vs. Tommy Dreamer and Ivelisse. some comedy, some hot women, part fucking gross, part holy shit, and there was blood. the rest of the show was overbooked for my liking but it was better than doing nothing on a Friday night.

the New York Rangers won in a shootout last night 3-2 over Chicago. albeit the preseason, i was happy that the Rangers came from behind to get the win. after last night, i'm pretty sure Ryan Malone is making this team. plus, here's the video i might be watching for the rest of the day:

the final preseason game is tonight. i doubt i'll watch much of it. hopefully i'll catch the highlights. it's the final chance for the kids to make an impression. there are spots to be won out there, so it should be interesting.

i need to get going. i have cats to feed and soccer in Europe to go watch. hope everyone has a great Saturday. thanks again for allowing me to waste a few minutes of your precious time.

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:

Black Sabbath - Heaven and Hell
JJ Grey & Mofro - This River
Shooter Jennings - The Gunslinger
Drive-By Truckers - Grand Canyon
Street Sweeper Social Club - The New Fuck You

"I was told I had an overabundance of original sin." - Susan Surandon

where does the time go

i guess i have officially decided to sleep well when i'm dead. i was up late last night/this morning doing some writing. i wrote 5 really good poems. let's just say, i really hope i'm not being duped by this woman i met or i'm going to look like a bigger fool than i normally do.

i'll type those up later today sometime.

i did happen to catch the first episode of The Knick last night on Cinemax. really, really good. i think i'm going to enjoy this one. if you can catch it sometime this weekend, i highly urge you to do so.

the Yankees got a rare offensive explosion last night, winning 10-6 over Cleveland. helps that Carlos Beltran hit a grand slam. they play again this afternoon. before the game, they will honor The Warrior, Paul O'Neill. i can't wait to see that.

i did also watch the latest episode of Treehouse Masters last night. i'm wondering if i could make one that is a pool hall. now that would be some badass shit.

it's really starting to get dry out here on the farm. now, i know a good number of you living in a drought just told me to go fuck myself. i just want this great crop we have going out here to continue. if this does happen to be our last harvest, i'd like to go out with a bang.

mom has really increased her looking for a new house in the last few days. i figure she either really wants to move or she is just now realizing that her "vacation" is winding down. let it be known, i come from one giant long line of procrastinators. it's beyond frustrating. i'm more of a make a damn decision and live with the results kind of guy. but it has taken all the fibers of my 38 years on this planet to get to that point.

not sure what else i'm going to be doing this weekend. i'd love to hit up this beer tasting festival nearby, but i doubt that's going to happen. a little thing called money. fuck me.

i do hope everyone is in the beginning of a great weekend. until next time my enemies...

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH. be a good tipper. and be the first motherfucker in line for the revolution.

peace and chicken grease my enemies...

music:

Barbarian Overlords - The Harvester
Street Sweeper Social Club - The New Fuck You
Deftones - Minerva
Rival Sons - Electric Man
Black Sabbath - Heaven and Hell

"I'm either my best friend or my worst enemy." - Whitney Houston

and here comes the rain

i actually got something resembling 6 hours of sleep last night. so, i'm somewhat refreshed. my apologies.

there's thunder in the air here, so i'm going to try to type fast.

the Yankees got off to a great start yesterday and then hung on for dear life, winning 9-7. they were up by 9 after 4 innings. they did take the series though. and made a good trade (at least i hope) and got rid of one of the useless old guys. hopefully more of that is on the way. they are up in Cleveland tonight.

i was so happy for Juan Pablo Montoya yesterday. i haven't been able to see him win often over the last decade or so. so the win at Pocono was very nice to see. he totally deserved it.

the tennis match was pretty good yesterday and i got a little nap watching some golf and soccer. not a bad lazy Sunday at all.

Big Brother made me laugh last night. not because of actual content but more creative editing by CBS. the show happens one way in reality and another in each episode. it's humorous how many people don't really know the difference.

The Leftovers was another weird mess last night. i'm still not sure if i really want to invest my time in it. next Sunday will be the true test with all the Showtime shows coming back on. i imagine if i remember to make an effort to find it next week...

also coming back this week is The Bridge. i can't wait for Wednesday.

no World Cup games today, so i'm going to try to get over to the used music store and sell off some music. hopefully make a little money.

i did compose a poem while i was sitting on the toilet this morning. i haven't typed it up, but i think it has all the makings of a classic.

well, i need to get out there and feed the cats before it really starts storming.

hope this finds everyone well. yes, i know it's Monday, get over it.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Street Sweeper Social Club - The New Fuck You
Young the Giant - My Body
Paloma Faith - Never Teat Us Apart
Deftones - Minerva
Hank Williams III - Cecil Brown
Mayer Hawthorne - The Walk

"Friends and good manners will carry you where money won't go." - Margaret Walker

testing my patience

after 130 games, i don't think i can call anything a trend or just a bad streak. things are simply the way they are by now. after watching the Yankees lose a series to a team that had won 6 of their last 28 games, i have resigned myself to a few things. this team can't do anything fucking easy. they can't get big hits when they need them. they can't get runners over. all the injuries have role players becoming platoon players and in other words, being in spots where they can't succeed. that's really a case of bad fucking luck more than anything. but , sadly, even with that, they can't blow teams out. they can't score runs to expand leads late in games. and they are the only fucking team not to win when trailing after 8 innings this season. the only fucking one. when you only have 3 reliable starters that aren't injured and only 2 reliable relievers who don't have arms made out of rubber, more games than not are going to be tricky to say the least with all these elements involved. they are off tomorrow. tongue in cheek i tell you, they have been off for over a month now. if Baltimore stays hot, the weekend series will basically be for the division lead. i will give the Yankees credit. it's really fucking hard to piss away a 10 game lead in a division. they are close enough now to taste it.

these are the days where i'd rather stick a rusty fork in my eyes than breathe.

so what was a really nice, sunny, low humidity, comfortable late August day has now turned into a pissed off fuck the world what the fuck do you want day. i won't kid myself into thinking tomorrow will be any better.

music today:

AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (Bonfire Box Set)
Thelonious Monk - Thelonious Monk with John Coltrane
Street Sweeper Social Club - The Ghetto Blaster EP
Johnny Cash - My Mother's Hymn Book

"Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before." - Mae West