April 18th and it fucking snowed. of course. it is supposed to snow some more tonight. but don't worry, it will be in the 70's by Wednesday. and people think i'm crazy when i say there is a conspiracy between mother nature and the medical industry to keep all of us fucking sick all the time.
Easter went well for the most part here. i'm not sure why my sister thought it would be good to make lemon pepper chicken, red potatoes and asparagus in the smallest fucking pan she could find. the baseball cards my mother got me were pretty good. i did get some decent rookie cards in the hanger box. all in all, other than the obvious fucking tension between my mother and sister, i thought the day went well.
the Yankees pissed away a wonderful start from Nestor Cortes yesterday. he struck out 12 and only walked 1 in 5 innings yesterday. of course, the offense didn't do shit as usual, and the Yankees lost 5-0. thankfully, the Yankees are off tonight. they start a series in Detroit tomorrow.
here are your 3 videos for this day of National Poetry Month:
the season finale of Power Book IV: Force was excellent last night.
the season finale of Shining Vale was hilarious last night.
Last Week Tonight was BRILLIANT as usual.
the season finale of Game Theory with Bomani Jones was really good last night.
here are your highlights from the NBA playoffs yesterday:
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Monday Night Raw, Better Things and American Song Contest.
mom's physical therapy appointment went well today. i wrote 2 poems while that was going on. i typed those up when we got back home. i think i just about have enough poems to get another batch of submissions out in the next day or two.
i did listen to episode 391 of Notsam Wrestling this morning. you can hear that by going here:
i should be on here tomorrow before Manchester United plays at Liverpool tomorrow. mom has a doctor's appointment in the morning. then, i think i have to take her to the bank to deposit a check and get some money out. if all goes well, i'll be home in time to write a blog before United plays. if not, i'll write it after the match.
i hope everyone had a great weekend.
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 socially distant.
get the fucking shot.
a la mierda la nieve
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:
Cowboy Junkies - Powderfinger
Ryan Bingham - Bluebird
My Best Fiend - On the Shores of the Infinite
Tom Waits - Jersey Girl
Chris Stapleton - Cold
"Anything for a quiet life." - Thomas Middleton
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
as much as i want to believe i might have stumbled across the dream woman in the last few days, i'm also painfully aware i am 45 years old, i don't have much money, my health isn't the greatest and good shit never happens to me. so yeah, that small grain of optimism has its work cut out for it to survive in this bleak hell.
your poet of the day for this day of National Poetry Month is Jack Henry.
