Showing posts with label the righteous brothers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the righteous brothers. Show all posts

Saturday, June 3, 2023

gutted

 so, i got up this morning, feeling pretty good. of course, my arthritis showed up the same time i did to make breakfast. it is always fun when you can't open shit so you have to cut it and put it in a Ziploc bag so it won't go bed. joy. i made breakfast and was finishing it up when the FA Cup final started this morning.


12 fucking seconds in and Manchester City went up on Manchester United in the FA Cup final. i was pissed but shit, there was still plenty of the game to go. United got a lifeline in the 33rd minute when City got called for a penalty. Bruno scored to level the game at 1-1. needless to say, i was really hoping United could pull it out in the second half. City scored again in the 51st minute. United tried to level it again, but were never close to being clinical enough to do so. so now City will have the chance to do what only the 1999 Manchester United team did and that is to win the treble. (Premier League, FA Cup and Champions League).  i'm really hoping Inter Milan will be up for it in a week in Istanbul. but, i am also very aware, when City shows up and plays how it is capable, there aren't many teams in the world that can stop them. all in all, this was a much better season for Manchester United. now, they need to get new owners and sell a ton of players and bring in a new striker, midfield help and probably some new defenders and march forward. i do believe they finally have the right manager in ETH. now, get the players he wants and let him build a winner.






after the match was over, i went to Rite Aid to get my prescriptions. 


the New York Yankees lost at the Dodgers last night, 8-4. the game was basically over in the first inning when the Dodgers went up 6-0. hopefully, the Yankees will win tonight.






Smackdown and NXT Level Up were both really good last night.











AEW Rampage was good last night.



Painting with John was excellent last night.



enjoy some music:






and now some of this and that:









nothing on the DVR tonight.


Game 1 of the Stanley Cup final is tonight. Panthers at Golden Knights. the winner of this series will win their first ever Stanley Cup.



i'm sure i will watch some of the MLS tonight as well.


i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow.


i hope everyone has a great Saturday.


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.


Siempre puede ser peor


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 Righteous Brothers - You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'


Marlei - Sheesh


Trevor Something - Wicked Game


Telehealth - Taliesin Grid


Tanya Tucker - When The Rodeo Is Over (Where Does The Cowboy Go?)


"Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness." - Allen Ginsberg


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



Tuesday, August 10, 2021

and then the whispers become a scream...

 the quiet moments, sitting alone, in front of a computer, wondering what to type, wondering who even bothers to read this shit anymore, it eventually becomes this scream in the back of your head. and we all know that you can't muffle it, you can't change into lyrics or some heavy metal riff from your youth. that scream becomes the soundtrack to the rest of your life. that uneasy knowledge that you aren't better than this. that every fucker that has put you down or dragged you through the proverbial mud, or stole from you over the years... they were right. these are the moments i think about when i was 8 years old and first thought of suicide. it was also the year i realized i was molested at the age of 4 by a female cousin. also the age i started masturbating to Pam Grier movies. there's the glorious backstory on how to become a poet boys and girls. add in a love of cheap whiskey, 10 years of smoking 2 packs a day and an endless array of how to creatively use the word fuck. 

this is what happens when the afternoon gets so humid you sit at the computer and dream of your death. all i could picture was a dog taking a piss on my headstone. better than my usual dream of my ashes being flushed in a truck stop in northern Ohio. good times.

so, the Yankees played one of the craziest games i ever saw last night. they blew the lead 4 different times in the game, but defeated the Royals, 8-6 in 11 innings. hopefully, they will win again tonight.








Monday Night Raw was good last night, but could have been way better.









enjoy some music:






and now some of this and that:









on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, NXT, Deadliest Catch and Hard Knocks.


so, mom called her physical therapist last night and got her to change her visit to the house to later this week. 

we made it to the podiatrist in plenty of time. she had some paperwork to fill out. at least this one is way closer to the house than the last one was. i thought the office had a good vibe and everyone was really nice. i think mom felt much better when she was done. i got her a frozen Coke on the way home. 


i need to pick up the trash and get that out to the curb.


i should be on here tomorrow after i get the grocery shopping done. now, with the Yankees playing in the afternoon tomorrow, there is always the chance i get the blog done in the morning. who knows.


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 shot.


Estos son los días en los que el futuro no se encuentra por ningún lado


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:


Local H - Bound For The Floor


The Righteous Brothers - You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'


The Revivalists - To Love Somebody


Pearl Jam - Last Kiss


Tycho & Benjamin Gibbard - Only Love


"Most men are not that evolved." - Rosanna Arquette


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