imagine a beautiful woman looking away in disgust...

i saw two absolutely stunning women in the grocery store today. both looked at me and turned away in disgust. suddenly, i remember exactly what high school felt like. good times.

mom had both physical and occupational therapists out here today. she did really good. so, in a week, it will be onto outpatient physical therapy. i guess i'll be writing more poems in waiting rooms again.

the New York Yankees finally won last night, 8-4. thank fucking god. hopefully they win again tonight.

NXT was really good last night.

Lucha Underground was great once again last night.

Lip Sync Battle was pretty fucking funny last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight.

i will spend most of the night watching the NBA draft.

i wasn't really surprised with the selections for the NHL expansion draft last night. i think Las Vegas will have a pretty good team. it's obvious they want to build from the draft.

i did listen to the Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast this morning. i loved the interview with Alexa Bliss. you can find the podcast by going here:
https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/sam-roberts-wrestling-podcast/id934576040?mt=2

i guess we're going to get a ton of rain over the next few days. fucking great.

if i can tell rain coming from a couple hundred miles away because of my arthritis at age 41, what the fuck is it going to be like when i'm in my 50's or god forbid, my 60's?

i did see a little of the 1-1 draw between Cameroon and Australia today. i watched the first half of Germany and Chile before i went to the grocery store. i saw the game ended with the same score as when i left, 1-1. the Confederations Cup group play will end this weekend. i don't think any team has qualified for the semifinals yet, so it should be interesting.

that's all for me today kids. i need to go make dinner and ponder if heroin will take away my arthritis.

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:

Bush - Alien
Sex Pistols - Pretty Vacant
Soul Asylum - Summer of Drugs
Ramones - I Wanna Be Sedated
Bob Seger - Sunspot Baby

"Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own, instead of someone else's." - Billy Wilder

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

the long summer nights

when i woke up at 10 this morning, nearly 3 hours later than i usually do, i wasn't more refreshed or energetic. it was sort of like that groggy feeling when you get too much sleep. i was up pretty late fucking around with trying some charcoal art. no luck there but i think i may have come up with a logo for this blog. one of these days i'll actually post it on here and see what everyone thinks. i like it, so the important part is covered.

when i heard the LeBron news yesterday, i was a little surprised. when i read his essay on si.com about returning, it really hit home. here is a link to it:
http://www.si.com/nba/2014/07/11/lebron-james-cleveland-cavaliers

as an Ohio kid that played basketball in this state, it really hit home. now, i got nowhere near to the level LeBron has reached, but still. i get what it is to be from this state, to be tied to it, to know the hardship and the level of despair that destroys each damn day. as one asshole on tv put it, this was a letter to other Ohioans. he was right. so, as much as i loved the heel turn LeBron took 4 years ago, i suppose it is time to fly the old colors again and go back to being a babyface. now, if he does end up bringing Cleveland a title for the first time in over half a century, he'll do more than just be a king. he will have stepped into the deity level of sports. as for that, i'll believe it when i see it.

another piece of my childhood is dead. http://consequenceofsound.net/2014/07/r-i-p-tommy-ramone-drummer-of-the-ramones/

the Yankees got out to yet another lead last night. and once again, were incapable of making it bigger. and once again, blew that lead. and once again, lost in extra innings, 3-2. it's a tough pill to swallow when you see guys that shouldn't be even in the majors shutting down guys making millions of dollars. they play again this afternoon. i'm going to do my best to avoid it.

mostly because it is on at the same time as the World Cup 3rd place game between Netherlands and Brazil. i really hope both teams just say fuck it and put on an offensive display for the ages. that would be fun to watch.

also tonight, i'll hopefully be up late enough to watch another episode of ROH.

i guess i should get out to feed the cats before they get too pissed that it's later than normal. it's bad enough that they treat the entire fucking farm as their litter box.

maybe if i get a wild hair up my ass, i'll take some more photos outside. if i do that, i'll be sure to get the possible new logo for this blog as well.

hope this finds everyone well. remember to pour one for Tommy Ramone.

be well. be creative. be generous and send me some money. be thoughtful and buy a book. be excited about life and go fuck someone, with their permission of course.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

The Ramones - Ramones Mania
Arcade Fire - Wake Up
Grace Potter - I Shall Be Released
Gary Jules - Mad World

"This world is but a canvas to our imagination." - Henry David Thoreau