Showing posts with label the recusant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the recusant. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

hope you have a wonderful 4th of July

i'm less than 5 hours into mine and i already know mine is going to fucking suck. apparently, it's my fault my mother doesn't feel good today. my fault that it is hot and her Meniere's Disease is fucking with her. my fault her incision isn't healing as fast as she wants. my fault she isn't sleeping well. my fault she wants to be a fucking martyr and not take the pain pills... as you can imagine, seeing that i really don't have any good memories of any holiday in my life, today is going to be another one where i'll feel best alone in my room with a bottle of something strong. good times.

a little poetry news to get out of the way. i heard back from Alan at The Recusant on my poetry submission from last December. they liked the poems but decided they weren't for them. he wished me best of luck getting them placed elsewhere. i will probably need it as most of the poems were written right after the last election. joy.

the New York Yankees tried to give the game away late last night. thankfully, they didn't. they beat Toronto 6-3. hopefully they will make it two in a row this afternoon.

Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night. i thought they did a decent job building for the WWE Great Balls of Fire event this Sunday.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be WWE Smackdown and Deadliest Catch. i'll watch 205 Live sometime tonight on WWE Network.

i imagine at some point tonight i'll probably watch some fireworks on television as well.

i figure most of today is going to be laundry, watching baseball, cooking hot dogs and playing a passive/aggressive game with my mother. can't fucking wait.

i hope everyone has a great 4th of July. enjoy the fireworks, the beaches, the alcohol, whatever the fuck you're doing to celebrate whatever you are celebrating today.

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:

David Bowie - I'm Afraid of Americans
LCD Soundsystem - american dream
Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band - American Skin (41 Shots) (Live)
Father John Misty - Bored In The USA

"The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison." - Nathaniel Hawthorne

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

Friday, December 16, 2016

don't worry, soon this shit year will be over...

before i gripe about single digit temperatures and no fucking sun for another day, a little poetry news.

i sent out 21 poems today, most likely my last submission of 2016. i sent 5 poems each to Horror Sleaze Trash, Easy Street and Synchronized Chaos. i sent 6 poems to The Recusant. when i hear back from these places, i will pass along the verdicts.

it was cold as fuck again this morning. thankfully, the temperatures have been rising, of course, that means we're going to most likely get some freezing rain tonight. good times.

the guy working on the furnace showed up on time this morning. he told me that we'll most likely have to get a new igniter for it in 2017. that's better than a new furnace, and cheaper.

The Big Bang Theory was very funny last night.

Life in Pieces was hilarious last night.

Total Impact was funny last night. some of the matches were just laugh out loud for how bad they were. seeing a ton of the old faces from my youth simply reminded me just how long i've been watching wrestling. but, in the end, if the object was to be memorable, they pulled it off. i still won't be a regular viewer, but crazy shit will always get me to stop and watch.

i didn't watch much of the football game last night. i certainly didn't miss anything, but i picked the game right.

the New York Rangers won last night, 2-0 over Dallas. i nearly lost my voice when The King got run over by that piece of shit Cody Eakin. thankfully, The King was able to return to the game. he was spectacular last night. Rick Nash scored the game winner shorthanded. the Rangers added an empty netter for the final score. they next play at Nashville on Saturday.
Eakin did get suspended for 4 games for the play. hopefully he will also get his ass whipped when Dallas comes to play in New York.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and 3 episodes of NJPW.

thanks to the ones who have already sent me Christmas cards. i really do appreciate it.

i guess the insulation project has been rescheduled for next Friday. that's going to be a grand clusterfuck for me. i have an eye appointment and a basketball game that day as well. oh joy.

it's supposed to get up to 50 degrees tomorrow. that should be high enough to get everyone sick after 3 days of it's fucking cold.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. i'll be on here in the morning before Manchester United plays. if not, i will certainly be on here before the Dayton Flyers play Saturday night in Chicago.

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:

Childish Gambino - Redbone
Joan Jett & The Blackhearts - I Hate Myself for Loving You
Big Head Todd & The Monsters - Broken Hearted Savior (Live)
Dum Dum Girls - Coming Down

"Children are smarter than any of us. Know how I know that? I don't know one child with a full time job and children." - Bill Hicks

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