nothing like 3 hours of sleep

i couldn't fall asleep for anything last night. masturbation didn't help. alcohol didn't help. boring ass infomercials didn't help either. i guess between the hurricane coverage and exhaustion, my body finally tapped out. for a whole 3 fucking hours. fuck me.

the New York Yankees left a small village on base last night (they left the bases loaded 3 different times) and eventually lost to Seattle, 2-1 in 11 innings. so much for the fight bringing them together. hopefully they actually get some hits this afternoon and win. they pissed away a chance to gain ground on Boston last night.

VICE was excellent last night. the situation in Venezuela is fucking horrible.

NJPW was great last night. Kenny Omega is another wrestler i could watch forever and never get bored.

Treehouse Masters was good last night.

Room 104 was great last night. being a writer and sometimes wishing i was adopted, i totally understood the episode.

Whitney: Can I Be Me was pretty damn sad last night. it was pretty obvious that eventually she wasn't doing the drugs, the drugs were doing her. such a talent gone way too fucking soon.

Real Time with Bill Maher was pretty fucking funny last night.

enjoy some music:

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on the DVR tonight will be ROH and Jackie.

i guess there's some big fight in Las Vegas tonight. i really couldn't give two shits about it.

Manchester United plays Leicester City this afternoon. hopefully they can continue their great start to the season.

i'm not sure if the New Orleans Saints game is going to happen tonight or not. if they do play, they are playing against the Texans.

i am planning on making a trip to Menards today. a few odds and ends for the house and the birds, plus it's the last day of their 11% rebate on everything sale.

i suppose i should try to sneak in a nap before i make that drive.

i hope everyone has a great Saturday. i hope the floods in Texas aren't as bad as feared.

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 Band of Heathens - Hurricane
Vic Chesnutt - Gravity Of The Situation
Slayer - Raining Blood

"Peace begins with a smile." - Mother Teresa

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surviving the pain

first off, to all my friends, fans and enemies in Texas, keep safe and run for the fucking hills. i know what i'll be watching tonight, hurricane coverage.

i love when i get a little shot of pain from my arthritis when i'm in the shower. nothing like almost falling and figuring this is how they will find you when you die. and you just know some jackass will think, that's what he gets for trying to suck his own dick in the shower.

the grocery store today was pretty easy to navigate. i had to get gas and pills as well today. i kept it all under $200, so i'm happy.

the New York Yankees played one of the craziest baseball games i have seen in years yesterday in Detroit. 8 ejections and 3 bench clearing brawls. i suppose the dog days of summer are upon us. both Yankees catchers have appealed their suspensions. hopefully they can wait until after Sept. 1st so the Yankees can call up another catcher without having to make any roster moves. the Yankees lost 10-6 yesterday by the way. Boston lost as well so they didn't lose any ground in the division. they start a series at home tonight against Seattle.

Big Brother went as i expected last night. Mark was evicted and Jason is the new HOH.

Weekend Update was fucking hilarious last night.

The Chris Gethard Show was beautifully absurd once again last night.

i forgot it was on, but i did eventually get to see Fuck, That's Delicious Classics last night. excellent as always.

Vice News Tonight had another great week of shows.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be VICE, NJPW, Treehouse Masters, Real Time with Bill Maher, Room 104 and Whitney: Can I Be Me.

i will probably be on here tomorrow before Manchester United plays.

i've got the Weather Channel on now. this looks like it's going to be a motherfucker of a storm.

i hope everyone has a great weekend, all things considered.

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:

Mannequin Pussy - Romantic
The Jesus and Mary Chain - Some Candy Talking
Wu-Tang Clan w/Redman - People Say
Van Morrison - Bring It On Home To Me

"Some age, others mature." - Sean Connery

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where does the time go

i guess i have officially decided to sleep well when i'm dead. i was up late last night/this morning doing some writing. i wrote 5 really good poems. let's just say, i really hope i'm not being duped by this woman i met or i'm going to look like a bigger fool than i normally do.

i'll type those up later today sometime.

i did happen to catch the first episode of The Knick last night on Cinemax. really, really good. i think i'm going to enjoy this one. if you can catch it sometime this weekend, i highly urge you to do so.

the Yankees got a rare offensive explosion last night, winning 10-6 over Cleveland. helps that Carlos Beltran hit a grand slam. they play again this afternoon. before the game, they will honor The Warrior, Paul O'Neill. i can't wait to see that.

i did also watch the latest episode of Treehouse Masters last night. i'm wondering if i could make one that is a pool hall. now that would be some badass shit.

it's really starting to get dry out here on the farm. now, i know a good number of you living in a drought just told me to go fuck myself. i just want this great crop we have going out here to continue. if this does happen to be our last harvest, i'd like to go out with a bang.

mom has really increased her looking for a new house in the last few days. i figure she either really wants to move or she is just now realizing that her "vacation" is winding down. let it be known, i come from one giant long line of procrastinators. it's beyond frustrating. i'm more of a make a damn decision and live with the results kind of guy. but it has taken all the fibers of my 38 years on this planet to get to that point.

not sure what else i'm going to be doing this weekend. i'd love to hit up this beer tasting festival nearby, but i doubt that's going to happen. a little thing called money. fuck me.

i do hope everyone is in the beginning of a great weekend. until next time my enemies...

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH. be a good tipper. and be the first motherfucker in line for the revolution.

peace and chicken grease my enemies...

music:

Barbarian Overlords - The Harvester
Street Sweeper Social Club - The New Fuck You
Deftones - Minerva
Rival Sons - Electric Man
Black Sabbath - Heaven and Hell

"I'm either my best friend or my worst enemy." - Whitney Houston