the Yankees finally got their man...

before i get to my excitement about the Yankees becoming The Evil Empire once again, i have a little news to pass on...

just saw the news that Lyn Lifshin has died at 77. i have been published with Lyn just about everywhere in the last 20 some years. she was always a kind soul when we would talk online. i'll raise a glass for you tonight. may you rest in peace.
http://dougholder.blogspot.com/2019/12/poet-lyn-lifshin-has-passed-at-77.html

the New York Yankees signed Gerrit Cole, the pitcher they have been after for 11 years, to a 9 year, $324 Million dollar contract. HOLY FUCK. the scary thing is, he's worth every fucking penny. and if he is the difference between them making the playoffs and winning the World Series, he will absolutely become a legend in New York.

the New York Rangers lost last night at the Kings, 3-1. the Rangers turned down way too many shots and they made Jonathan Quick look like his old self.

The Voice went exactly as i expected last night. it's the first time in 7 seasons that each coach has a singer in the finals.

the season finale of Total Divas was really good last night.

WWE Backstage was excellent last night.

The Masked Singer was very good last night. my guess was correct once again.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Masked Singer, NXT and AEW.

i wrote 9 poems today while mom was doing her physical therapy. i typed those up this afternoon when we got home from lunch at Bob Evans. i will definitely be doing another round of submissions, probably in the next few days.

i'm hoping to get up early tomorrow morning and get my blood work out of the way. i have to get that done for an appointment in January. mom mentioned something about wanting to get her hair done tomorrow. so, that means i'll be getting the mop cut off from my head as well.

i'll probably be on here tomorrow after Manchester United plays in the Europa League. with a win tomorrow, United would win the group.

that's all for me kids. until tomorrow...

copos de nieve en el aire

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:

Ozzy Osbourne - Crazy Babies
Disturbed - Down with the Sickness
Motley Crue - Dr. Feelgood (Live)
AC/DC - Shot Down in Flames

"Unlike a lot of writers, I don't have any craving to be understood." - Jim Harrison

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check your mailboxes soon...

so i was up to four in the morning figuring out who i was going to send Christmas cards to this year. i got everything mailed out this afternoon. i figure in the next few days or so, they should start arriving. now, all i need to do is wrap gifts and all my Christmas shit is done as far as i'm concerned.

The Voice was really good last night. i have no damn clue who is going home tonight. they are going from 8 to 4.

Monday Night Raw was very good at points and at other points i was flipping over to a shitty football game between the Eagles and Giants.

after i went to the post office, i had to go to the grocery store to get around $250 of pills for both of us. i still have no clue why the doctor's office won't put any refills on this prescription for me. apparently, they like to hear me complain. i picked up a few other things, which lead to a few other things and there was another $60 or so down the drain. that's the tradeoff for cheaper gas i guess.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Masked Singer, The Voice, the season finale of Total Divas and WWE Backstage.

the New York Rangers play at the Los Angeles Kings tonight. so, i'll be up late as fuck once again.

i'll probably be on here tomorrow after mom has her physical therapy.

you could definitely tell a cold front moved through here. winter has arrived once again.

i have trash to go pick up, in the dark. oh joy.

until tomorrow kids...

descanse en paz Marie Fredriksson

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:

Jake Hoot - Desperado
Roxette - It Must Have Been Love (Christmas For the Broken-Hearted)
Antony - If It Be Your Will (Live)
Ricky Duran - Let It Be

"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry." - Emily Dickinson

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well, i certainly didn't expect that...

when i got home from going out to eat with my mother after her physical therapy, i figured i would put on the Manchester United game for shits and giggles. United was playing their old manager today and i figured Tottenham would win. HOLY SHIT. United got 2 goals from Marcus Rashford and won today 2-1. a massive 3 points they desperately needed. and hopefully puts them in a good position for the derby this weekend against City.

i wrote 6 poems today while mom was doing her physical therapy. that gives me 14 for the month so far. not too bad of a start.

the Dayton Flyers played down to their competition last night for the first 10 minutes or so. hell, one of the players from Houston Baptist had more points than Dayton did. i was fucking furious. i had playing down to your competition coached out of me by the age of 13. these guys are in their 20's. fuck me. thankfully, Dayton got their shit together and won the game 99-68. i really wanted them to score a hundred last night. oh well.

The Voice went as i expected last night.

part 1 of the season finale of Total Divas was pretty good last night.

WWE Backstage was excellent last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Masked Singer, AEW and NXT.

mom finally got her new walker. it's so much better than the old one. and now that she has her new glasses and can fucking see once again. i'm hoping she gets more confident moving around.

i'm testing that hope tomorrow when we go shopping at Menards.

i will be on here tomorrow sometime in the afternoon most likely, hopefully before the New York Rangers play.

until tomorrow kids...

la reina de neón es la única que me da la esperanza de una vida mejor

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:

Jay-Z - 99 Problems
Pearl Jam - Don't Believe In Christmas
Danger Mouse & Sparklehorse w/MF Doom - Ninjarous
Social Distortion - 99 To Life

"It's a wonderful metaphor, catching a wave, for how you can look at other challenges in your life."
                                                                                                   - Jeff Bridges

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the problem with burning a candle at both ends...

eventually, it's going to find the middle. i think that's where i'm at now. i got a whole 3 1/2 hours of sleep last night. joy.

Monday Night Raw was okay last night.

The Voice was good last night. i have no clue which 2 are going home tonight.

i did watch a good portion of that Vikings and Seahawks game last night.

the New York Rangers lost to Las Vegas last night, 4-1.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Voice, part 1 of the season finale of Total Divas and WWE Backstage.

i'll be at the Dayton Flyers game tonight at home against Houston Baptist. this is a game that Dayton should win by at least 30.

i'll be on here tomorrow after mom has physical therapy and Manchester United plays Tottenham. sadly, i'm pretty sure United will end up losing.

some of the Christmas gifts i ordered showed up yesterday. i'm really hoping mom's new walker shows up today. the guy delivering it of course showed up while we were at physical therapy yesterday.

until tomorrow kids...

estoy listo para morir

be well. be creative. be cool. feel free to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Little Simz - Boss
Charly Bliss - Supermoon
Young the Giant - My Body
Jimi Hendrix - Born Under a Bad Sign

"Of all the things I've lost I miss my mind the most." - Ozzy Osbourne

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choking on nostalgia can be dangerous...

i haven't slept well at all this week. i'm sure it has to do with the stress i'm having for my procedure next week (which i still haven't got any fucking paperwork for). i was driving to get gas this morning and a song came on the radio that the girlfriend i had when i was 27 decided that it was "our" song. holy shit, that was a flood of fucking emotions coming back. after getting the gas, nearly $30 worth, i had to go to Rite-Aid to get some stuff. and of course, the vitamins mom wanted weren't there. joy.

i wrote 12 poems today while mom was doing her physical therapy. i typed those up this afternoon. i really like a few of them. i think i have written over 30 now in November.

the Dayton Flyers won last night against Nebraska Omaha 93-68. it was probably the best defense i have seen them play in a long time. and Dayton can really score. i'm not going to be surprised when they put over 100 points on someone this season. and they still haven't had all their players healthy yet. easily the deepest Dayton team in years.

the USMNT defeated Cuba last night, 4-0, to win the group and advance to the semi-finals of the CONCACAF Nations League. i think they will play Honduras in June or something like that.

the series finale of The Jim Jefferies Show was fucking great last night.

The Voice was good last night. i have no objections over the two that got eliminated.

Total Divas was good last night.

WWE Backstage was excellent last night. CM Punk can still cut the best damn promo of anyone in his generation.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Masked Singer, NXT and AEW.

the New York Rangers play tonight at home against Washington. i'd love to see the Rangers end their losing streak tonight, but i'm not expecting it, that's for sure.

i'm hoping mom's new glasses and/or walker will arrive before Thanksgiving.

i don't think i have any plans tomorrow, so i'll probably be on here in the afternoon.

that's all for me kids. i need to go ice down my aching back.

until tomorrow...

¿A dónde recurres cuando el amor de tu vida no está interesado?

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:

Yam Haus - The Thrill
Daft Punk - One More Time
Icona Pop w/Charli XCX - I Love It
Dirty Heads - That's All I Need

"Progress is a nice word. But change is its motivator. And change has its enemies." - Robert Kennedy

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sometimes, even exhaustion isn't enough

i have a hard time turning off my brain these days. i suppose i won't get a deep sleep until death knocks on the damn door. i was sitting at the computer checking my email at 3 in the morning wondering why the fuck i wasn't exhausted yet. 4 hours of sleep later, rinse and fucking repeat. joy.

Monday Night Raw was good last night. i can't wait for Survivor Series this weekend.

The Voice was really good last night. i have no clue which 2 are going to get eliminated tonight.

Desus & Mero was hilarious last night. the season finale is on Thursday.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Voice, the series finale of The Jim Jefferies Show, Total Divas and WWE Backstage.

i'll be at the Dayton Flyers game tonight against Nebraska Omaha. hopefully, Dayton will win easily tonight.

the USMNT takes on Cuba tonight. if the USA wins, which they should, they will win the group in the CONCACAF Nations League.

i need to go get the trash picked up so i can finish getting ready to go to the game tonight.

i should be on here tomorrow after mom's physical therapy in the afternoon.

until tomorrow kids...

mis pesadillas me hacen sonreir

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:

Ray LaMontagne - Jolene
CocoRosie - Werewolf
DOPE LEMON - Salt & Pepper
Sarah McLachlan - Good Enough

"Perhaps the saddest irony of depression is that suicide happens when the patient gets a little better and can again function sufficiently." - Dick Cavett

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so some hearing started today or something...

i'm not that much interested in the impeachment hearings, unless there is a suicide on national television or something that is something i don't already know. it's not that i don't think the asshole that thinks he's king shouldn't be impeached, he should already be in jail for a thousand different fucking things. but, that's not what happens to the rich in this country and probably never will.

i got some poetry news to pass on. i heard back from Nerve Cowboy on my poetry submission from July of 2018. they passed on the five i sent. fuck, i don't even remember writing these, that's how long ago that was. i wrote 7 poems today while mom had physical therapy. i will have plenty to choose from when i send out poems tomorrow morning.

the New York Rangers pissed away a 2-0 lead last night against the Penguins. but thankfully, the kids showed up in OT to give the Rangers a 3-2 victory.

The Voice was good last night. i really didn't have any qualms with who got sent home.

The Jim Jefferies Show was hilarious last night. the series finale is next week.

the season finale of Mr. Mercedes was excellent last night. the ending left open a season 4, though i have no clue if that is actually happening or not.

Total Divas was good last night.

WWE Backstage was good last night, right up to the end of the show. and then i nearly shit myself when CM Punk's music hit and he walked out. it's been over 5 years since he's been seen on WWE television. apparently, hell has slightly frozen over yet again.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Masked Singer, NXT, AEW, Cake and the season finale of American Horror Story.

i did watch the ending of the Kentucky vs. Evansville game last night. it's obviously going to be a fucking crazy college basketball season.

it was pretty cold here today, but thankfully no snow or ice or anything.

i should be on here tomorrow in the afternoon, hopefully after getting a slew of poems out into the world.

until tomorrow kids...

la muerte es tan aterradora como la espina de una rosa

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:

Groove Armada - I See You Baby (Fatboy Slim Remix)
Rihanna - Umbrella (Travis Barker Remix)
Pigeonhed - Battleflag (Lo-Fidelity Allstars Remix)
Coins - Sure Shot (Daft Science Remix)

"Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences." - Robert Louis Stevenson

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3 inches of snow and the cold side of hell

i think we only got maybe 2 inches of snow, but somewhere in town they got around 3. i can deal with the snow, it's the fucking cold that sucks. the lows here are supposed to be in the single fucking digits. oh joy.

physical therapy went well today. all my numbers look better than when i started. so, i'm on a 2 week hold. after that, my therapist will call and see how i'm doing. if i'm still doing good, i'll be formally discharged from physical therapy.

i did the trash when i got home. i wanted to do that while the sun was still out. and i didn't go next door as there were people over there, so i figured they could take the trash out. of course, those lazy fucks didn't. so, i guess it will go out next week.

Monday Night Raw was good last night.

The Voice was good last night. i have no clue who goes home tonight as the show goes from 20 to 13.

Desus & Mero was fucking hilarious last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Voice, The Jim Jefferies Show, the season finale of Mr. Mercedes, Total Divas and WWE Backstage.

the New York Rangers play tonight at home against the Penguins. hopefully the boys can get a win tonight.

i might do a little poetry work tonight. i need to figure out where i'm sending a batch of poems, probably on Thursday.

i know mom has physical therapy tomorrow afternoon. i should be on here after that.

i have updated my Amazon.com Wish List. you can find that on the right hand side of this blog. if you want to get me something for Christmas, you are more than welcome to do so. or, if you would simply like to give me money, you can always send some via PayPal. just use my email address.

that's all for me kids.

until tomorrow...

estos viejos huesos no son buenos en el frío

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:

Cody Jinks - Same Kind of Crazy as Me
Flatt Lonesome - Highway of Pain
Whitey Morgan and the 78's - Me and the Whiskey
John Moreland - Break My Heart Sweetly

"As I get older, I get smaller. I see other parts of the world I didn't see before. Other points of view. I see outside myself more." - Neil Young

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a little cold sunshine...

i got a nice surprise this morning from my mother and sister. they got me a new mouse for my computer, one specifically for people with arthritis; carpal tunnel, etc. so far, holy fucking shit, what a difference. the big test comes tomorrow when i send the poems out. if it works like it should, about 500 lbs. of stress is out of my life.

physical therapy went well today. my therapist said i am stronger than when i started. i have two more appointments and then i will be done.

the New York Rangers fell into the trap last night of forgetting games are not played on paper. they dominated the first 11 minutes of the game and then had their asses handed to them, losing to Ottawa, 6-2.

The Voice was pretty good last night.

Desus & Mero was fucking hilarious last night.

Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Voice, Total Divas, WWE Backstage, The Jim Jefferies Show, the season finale of Mayans M.C. and Mr. Mercedes.

i do plan on watching some of the college basketball games tonight. Duke plays Kansas and Michigan St. takes on Kentucky. that's a good way to start the season.

i will probably be on here tomorrow after i send the poems out. i'm hoping i will be in a good mood.

i need to get the trash picked up here and next door, so that's all for me kids.

until tomorrow...

abraza tu dolor como un viejo amante que no has visto en años

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:

Fiona Apple - Shadowboxer
Garbage - #1 Crush
Dusty Springfield - No Easy Way Down
Cat Power - I've Been Loving You Too Long (To Stop Now)

"Life is too short to work so hard." - Vivien Leigh

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at least my range of motion is better...

the physical therapist said today that i was really tight, especially in my traps. he asked if i get any headaches, which i don't. he asked in a way that he thought since i was so tight i would have them all the time. good times. my range of motion is better since last week, so that's good. after my session, i went to the Meijer store down the street to pick up a few things. $60 later, i was on my way home. of course, nearly got into an accident because some fucking teenagers don't know how a 4 way stop works. i came so close to just following them and scaring them to death. but i didn't. and people wonder why i don't want to own a gun.

the series finale of The Deuce was excellent last night. the final scene had me in tears.

Monday Night Raw had a few good moments last night. as for the rest of it, i should have just gone to sleep.

The Voice was pretty good last night. the battle rounds are finally over and now it's on to the knockouts.

Desus & Mero was excellent last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Voice, Total Divas, Mr. Mercedes, Mayans M.C. and The Jim Jefferies Show.

the New York Rangers play tonight at home against Tampa Bay. i'm not sure how much of the game i'm going to watch.

it's been a dreary fucking day today, so my arthritis has been driving me fucking crazy. joy.

and of course, it's supposed to start raining soon and i need to pick up the fucking trash.

so, that's all for me kids. i have no damn clue when i will be on here tomorrow.

until then...

la tecnología será la muerte de todos nosotros

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:

Jason Isbell - Cover Me Up
Bryan Adams - Thought I'd Died and Gone to Heaven
Chris Isaak - Wicked Game
Joe Cocker - When the Night Comes

"There are no mistakes, only happy accidents." - Bob Ross

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how i just love having my time wasted...

so i got up this morning, showered and was ready to go have a camera put down my throat to check my upper GI. the doctor's office called and asked if i could come early. i said yeah. so, my sister and i headed to the hospital. i checked in, filled out the paperwork. a few minutes later, i got called to the back. i filled out more paperwork, signed a few things and changed clothes, etc. etc. then, the anesthesiologist came in and voiced her concerns. she started out making sure i wouldn't take this the wrong way about my weight, which i immediately knew was going to be some bullshit about being fat, and that was exactly what it was. she was uncomfortable about doing the procedure because of my weight. she was afraid i would die and they don't have anything on hand to bring me back. i almost told her to just roll the fucking dice, i've lived enough. my blood pressure and oxygen levels were fine. the doctor came in and apologized, said he didn't think it was going to be a big deal. so, i had to get dressed and wait 10 fucking minutes for them to take me back to the front so i could reschedule the procedure at a hospital. mind you, this place is technically a hospital, but more thought of as outpatient facility. so, i'm sitting there and the woman that does the scheduling tells me they are already scheduling out to February 2020, so she couldn't do anything for me. i left, got my sister in the waiting room, and i was fucking fuming. did they not know i was heavy in the 3 previous visits to the office? my sister was truly fucking pissed. she took a day off of work to do this for me. i drove home so i could finally eat breakfast before noon. mom was a little stunned to see us back so soon.

now, part two of my venting. the battery on my car keys had died, so i went to the place where i got the lifetime guarantee to have it replaced. i was a little concerned, since my mother's name was on the card. thankfully, that didn't matter and within 5 minutes of walking in, i was walking out with a fresh battery and no charge at all. i went and got what mom wanted for lunch and she told me that the doctor's office called. i checked the message after i got done with lunch. so, two fucking hours after i sat there and they said they couldn't schedule anything, they called and gave me the number to call to schedule it. i wouldn't be pissed if the number was something other than the office number to have them schedule an appointment for you. and to top of all the bullshit today, the orthopedic doctor i was supposed to see in November about my fucked up neck isn't going to be in the office on the day of my appointment. so, i need to call them and reschedule.

and as much as i try not to do this, these are the days i punish myself for not following through on the purest thought i had when i was 8 years old. i imagine i will call the places tomorrow morning before i have physical therapy. or maybe i won't call them back at all. maybe tonight is the night i dance with Dylan Thomas and we see which fucker makes it under the table first.

the New York Rangers lost in OT last night to Arizona, 3-2. oh well, that's 5 losses in a row now.

The Voice was pretty good last night.

Total Divas was hilarious last night.

The Jim Jefferies Show was excellent last night.

Mr. Mercedes was great last night.

Mayans M.C. was fucking awesome last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be NXT, AEW, American Horror Story, Cake and 24/7 College Football.

i did watch a little of the NBA games last night. here are some highlights:

i know Manchester United plays in the Europa League tomorrow. here is a preview:

i'm probably going to do the blog after my physical therapy session tomorrow, unless i get a wild hair up my ass and do it in the morning.

and i get the feeling i may have to unleash some shit on some empty pages tonight.

ah, the life of a poet. every memory is a fucking scar on my brain and i'm chasing shadows that relish every chance they get to fuck me over. imagine the tragedy if i was actually loved.

until tomorrow kids...

pronto, no seré más que un recuerdo que se desvanece

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:

Sleigh Bells - Where Did You Sleep Last Night
PJ Harvey - Red Right Hand
Gary Jules - Mad World
Mavis Staples - Why Am I Treated So Bad? (Live)

"Never use a big word when a little filthy one will do." - Johnny Carson

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