so, mom's appointment at the heart doctor went well yesterday. her blood pressure was really good. i was pleased with the doctor, since he took it while she was sitting down as well as standing up. she doesn't have to go back to see him for 9 months.
after the appointment and mom's trip to McDonald's for her frozen coke, we went home. i turned on the Yankees game, hoping for the best. when the Yankees went up 3-1, i was really hoping they would win. of course, Aaron Boone's insistence on using the wrong pitchers at the wrong time made damn sure they wouldn't hold the lead. right after they scored the 3 runs to take the lead, they gave up 3 runs in the bottom of the inning and lost, 4-3. i know one thing for sure, i don't want to see the Mariners in the playoffs. the Yankees are off tonight and start a series tomorrow in Boston.
AEW Dynamite was excellent last night.
Big Brother was good last night. Daniel will be evicted tonight.
the MLS All Star game was good last night. the MLS defeated Liga MX 2-1.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, NJPW and the finale of The Captain. i'll watch NXT UK sometime this afternoon on Peacock.
team USA plays Switzerland tonight at the World Juniors. that should be a good game.
i have to take mom to the eye doctor today. our old eye doctor retired, so i'll be interested to see who the new guy is.
i need to go to Rite Aid to get my prescription. i'll do that before i take her to the eye doctor.
i might send the poems out today. if i do, that will happen when i get back home late this afternoon.
i'm not really sure when i will be on here tomorrow.
at least it feels like the humidity has finally broke here.
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.
desearía poder dormir más
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:
flora cash - You're Somebody Else
Freya Ridings - You Mean the World to Me (Live)
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps
Bright Eyes - Waste of Paint
Broken Bells - Holding on for Life
"Either you deal with what is the reality, or you can be sure that the reality is going to deal with you."
- Alex Haley
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
the Yankees pissed me off so damn much last night, i ended up writing 4 poems. of course, that also meant, i didn't get to sleep until 5 in the morning. so yeah, everything is running behind today. good times.
the Yankees lost to Seattle last night, 1-0, in 13 innings. the horrific baserunning the Yankees had in extra innings might have set baseball back 50 fucking years. just fucking awful. and given the number of times their bullpen saved them, you can say that shitty baserunning cost them the game. they will go for the series win this afternoon, but i'm not holding my breath.
the USA world juniors team defeated Germany last night, 5-1. they outshot Germany 50-11.
NXT was really good last night.
Deadliest Catch was good last night.
What We Do in the Shadows was fucking hilarious last night.
Hard Knocks was really good last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be AEW Dynamite and Big Brother.
mom has an appointment this afternoon at her heart doctor.
i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow.
if i get a wild hair up my ass, i might send the poems out today. if not, i'll be sending out some submissions before the weekend.
i got a few hours of sleep in my bed last night and then of course, my back started to ache like a motherfucker. after that, i got close to 3 hours of sleep in my massage chair with ice on my back.
i believe the MLS All Star game is tonight. i might watch some of that.
i need to get some things done before i take mom to her appointment, so that's all for me kids.
until tomorrow...
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.
La ira es un regalo
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:
Alex G - Runner
9m88 - Love Is So Cruel
OLAN - Wake and Return (Little Dragon Remix)
Orgy - Stitches
Portugal. The Man - Purple, Yellow, Red and Blue
"Let there be bass." - Leo Fender
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
i decided to just do all the grocery shopping today. the time for mom's appointment tomorrow was later than i thought she wrote down, so it made more sense to just get it done today. hopefully, i'll get the blog done tomorrow before her appointment, more on that in a bit.
so, i had a thought last night while doing the dishes at 2:30 in the morning. i remember a conversation i had with a homeless man years ago while sharing a bottle of hooch in a brown paper bag. he said the one thing people hate more when you're talking about them is when you're not. that made me chuckle last night when thinking about the one i'm not supposed to talk about in this blog. and i'm sure at this point, i'm supposed to make some funny statement or something, but i'm not going to. i have plenty i will say one day. probably not soon. but, who knows. even better, who cares.
the Yankees won last night in Seattle, 9-4. of course, it came with a price. Matt Carpenter broke his foot last night. i'm not going to be shocked if he ends up missing the rest of the season. hopefully, they will win again tonight, even though i really doubt they do. they haven't proven they can hit Luis Castillo at all this season.
Monday Night Raw was really good last night.
Industry was great last night.
Don't Forget the Lyrics was pretty good last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be NXT, Deadliest Catch, What We Do in the Shadows and Hard Knocks.
the World Juniors tournament starts back up today. it normally happens right after Christmas but COVID but an end to that this year. team USA plays Germany tonight. i'll watch some of that for sure.
i'm going to try to be on here in the morning tomorrow. mom's appointment at the heart doctor is in the afternoon. and considering the Yankees play a day game tomorrow, the morning is the best time for it.
grocery shopping went pretty well today. of course, it just had to fucking rain.
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.
y así ya no existían en mi vida
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:
Tom Waits - Fish And Bird (Live)
Janson Sommers - Neon God
flipturn - Playground
CAPYAC - Goodtime
The Afghan Whigs - Come See About Me
"They say eyes clear with age." - Philip Larkin
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
i heard back from Cristina at Synchronized Chaos on my recent poetry submission. my poems "a purple sadness", "on these rainy days", "i called his bluff", "relaxes with a cold drink" and "dead relatives" have been accepted for publication.
so, i guess the person i am not supposed to talk about has someone reading this blog for her and telling her what is in it. i'm not sure that's the best use of fuck you money, but that's just my opinion. my mother and i got into it yesterday as she accused me of not allowing her to have any friends. that truly made me laugh. my mother has no friends because she dedicated her life to work and nothing else. that is why retirement has been so fucking hard for her since she doesn't understand the concept of hobbies. so, i offered to simply remove myself from the situation completely and she can see how it would go for her then. i believe she saw the absurdity to all of this and dropped the conversation completely. of course, i brought this up because it was after a hour conversation she had with the person i'm not supposed to talk about. so yeah. that was how may day was going yesterday as i was watching the Yankees lose yet again. just fucking great.
this made me feel old as fuck today:
and since i love history, this one hit me pretty hard today:
the Yankees lost to the Cardinals yesterday, 12-9. they left a small village on base and the pitching yesterday just fucking sucked. of course, the home plate umpire fucking sucked yesterday as well. when he took a foul ball right to the mask the first word that exited my mouth was karma. that's 5 losses in a row for the Yankees. they start a series tonight in Seattle. they might want to start playing better RIGHT NOW.
Westworld was fucking great last night. the season finale is next week.
Last Week Tonight was brilliant as usual.
VICE was very good last night.
The Chi was excellent last night.
City on a Hill was good last night.
Flatbush Misdemeanors was pretty funny last night.
Big Brother was good last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Monday Night Raw, Industry and Don't Forget the Lyrics.
i did listen to episode 407 of Notsam Wrestling this morning. you can hear that by going here:
i should be on here tomorrow after i get some of the grocery shopping done. i am doing part of it tomorrow since mom has a doctor's appointment Wednesday afternoon.
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.
imagina lo fácil que sería la vida si pudieras admitir que cometiste un error
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:
Tom Waits - All The World Is Green (Live)
The Coasters - Down in Mexico
Joe Tex - The Love You Save (May Be Your Own)
Sorry - Let The Lights On
Superorganism - World Wide Pop
"I love life and nothing intimidates me anymore." - Olivia Newton-John (Sep. 26, 1948 - Aug. 8, 2022)
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
so, i got up this morning, made some breakfast for myself and was all ready for the Manchester United game. sadly, i don't think many of the players were. United lost to Brighton, 2-1. not exactly how i was hoping for the ETH era to begin. of course, i was thinking that the ownership and the board was going to be all in on just how much the club needed to change. silly me. hopefully, the board saw today that they still need tons of improvement in all areas of the club. and if they don't get it done in this transfer window, it is going to be a long ass season.
the Yankees lost last night to the Cardinals, 1-0. hard to win when all you get is two fucking singles for the entire fucking game. hopefully, they will end this fucking losing streak this afternoon.
AEW Battle of the Belts 3 was really good last night.
Jackass Forever was fucking hilarious last night.
mom wanted pizza last night, so i ordered some Pizza Hut. it went much better than the last time.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, VICE, City on a Hill, The Chi, Flatbush Misdemeanors, Westworld and Last Week Tonight.
i hope everyone had a great Saturday. hopefully, your Sunday will be even better.
i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow.
until then...
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.
Odio perder más que otras personas aman ganar
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:
Muscadine Bloodline - Porch Swing Angel
Avenged Sevenfold - Wish You Were Here
Black Pistol Fire - Bad Habit
Hayes Carll - Drunken Poet's Dream
Cross Canadian Ragweed - I Wanna Rock 'n' Roll
"I never went into acting to be able to scare everybody. If I'd wanted to frighten people, I could have joined the C.I.A." - Michael Shannon
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
i just sent out 13 poems. 3 to The Beatnik Cowboy and 5 each to Synchronized Chaos and Horror Sleaze Trash. when i hear back from these places, i will pass along the verdicts.
today was definitely the air you can wear right from the start. i actually slept the night in my own bed. that was the first time in a month my back was actually good enough that i didn't need ice and my massage chair at some point. hopefully, i can keep that up for more than just a few days.
the person i'm not allowed to speak of was down here for 2 hours today. it was no surprise to me that my mother's blood pressure was going nuts after she left.
the Yankees pissed away a lead last night at St. Louis and lost, 4-3. they have to face their former teammate tonight. i really hope they end this fucking losing streak tonight.
Smackdown and NXT Level Up were both really good last night.
AEW Rampage was excellent last night.
Real Time with Bill Maher was hilarious last night.
i have watched plenty of soccer today. will probably watch plenty tomorrow as well, especially with Manchester United playing in the morning.
i should be on here tomorrow after the United game and before the Yankees play in the afternoon.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be AEW Battle of the Belts and Jackass Forever.
i did get a little poetry work in. sometime, probably tomorrow, i'll have 13 poems to send out.
i don't have a damn clue what i'm making for dinner tonight. i have no clue what mom wants to eat tonight.
i hope everyone has a great Saturday. hopefully, the weather is better where you are.
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.
demasiada humedad y estoy corriendo hacia el baño
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 A's - When I Die
Cash Grab - Heart Attack
dsrt flwr - Of Discernment
De Lux - New Summers
Cricketbows - Sullivan Road
"An artist is somebody who produces things that people don't need to have." - Andy Warhol
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
i actually got some sleep in my own bed last night. it was only two hours, but that is the most i have had in my bed in weeks. i got 3 hours in my massage chair, so i at least felt like i was with it today. of course, my arthritis decided i was going to have to pay for that.
Vice News Tonight had two really good episodes this week.
both episodes of The Captain last night were good. next week is the finale.
Big Brother was good last night. Nicole was evicted, although it wasn't quite the blindside i was hoping for. Michael is the new HOH.
NJPW was really good last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Smackdown, AEW Rampage and Real Time with Bill Maher. i'll watch NXT Level Up sometime tonight on Peacock.
the Yankees play tonight in St. Louis. hopefully, they can get back to winning again.
i did watch a little of the Arsenal vs. Crystal Palace match today as the Premier League started back up. Manchester United plays on Sunday.
i need to do some writing either tonight or tomorrow morning. like really knock out a good 5 to 10 poems. i believe someone i'm not supposed to talk about is coming down here tomorrow. so, i'll be in my room anyway.
i hope everyone has a great weekend. i'm hoping it won't be fucking stormy here all 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.
encontrar el placer en el dolor
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:
Neil Young & Promise of the Real - On the Beach (Live)
John Prine - 1959
King Princess - Let Us Die
Aaron Rice - Sacrilege
Beyonce - SUMMER RENAISSANCE
"I believe every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don't intend to waste any of mine."
- Neil Armstrong
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
the grocery shopping went pretty well yesterday, other than it being hotter than shit. i did get everything on the list and had all the shopping done by 3 PM. of course, i saw the Yankees score while i was shopping. if it would have been better, i would have got the shopping done sooner. but since Gerrit Cole shit the bed, i took my sweet ass time.
the Yankees were down 6-0 before the first inning was over. i knew with Castillo pitching for Seattle, the game was essentially over. and it was. the Yankees lost, 7-3. they are off tonight and start a series in St. Louis tomorrow night.
Big Brother was good last night. i get the feeling there will be another blindside coming tonight and Nicole will be evicted.
AEW was excellent last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Big Brother, NJPW and two episodes of The Captain. i did watch NXT UK this afternoon on Peacock. it was really good.
so, mom's doctor's appointment went well today. they are going to try to change her meds a little and see if that helps to keep her from falling. the doctor also wrote a prescription for a bed alarm. that should be interesting.
i about shit my pants last night when i was going through my emails and saw that Fed Ex delivered a package to the house at 5PM. i went to the front door to look for it 8 hours later. amazingly, it was on the table by the front door. it was the box of Bowman 2022 cards i ordered. i paid $30 for the box and there was something like around $100 worth of cards in it. the box of 2022 Topps Series 2 should be here by the weekend.
i probably won't watch much of the NFL game on tonight between the Jaguars and Raiders.
my arthritis has been raging most of the day, so my massage chair is calling me.
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.
Estoy cansado de la lluvia
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:
Sneaker Pimps - 6 Underground
Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb (Live)
Personality Contest - Would You Like To Know
The Afghan Whigs - When We Two Parted
Bran Van 3000 - Drinking in LA
"Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world." - Percy Bysshe Shelley
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
it is supposed to be hot and fucking humid today, so i'm not exactly looking forward to this fresh slice of hell.
the Yankees lost last night to Seattle, 8-6. they will hopefully win the series this afternoon, but i won't be holding my breath.
after the game, i heard about the death of Vin Scully. that is a voice that still rings in my head from watching many baseball and football games in my youth.
NXT was really good last night.
Deadliest Catch was excellent last night.
What We Do in the Shadows was fucking hilarious last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Big Brother and AEW Dynamite.
i didn't watch the TBT final last night. at least the Red Scare lost to the team that won the championship.
mom has a doctor's appointment for tomorrow morning. so, i'll probably do the blog when we get home from that.
ok kids, i'm off to do the grocery shopping. the real feel temp outside right now is 98. i guess i'll put on some sunscreen today.
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.
el calor del infierno
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:
Metallica - Fade to Black (Live)
Plains - Problem With It
The Harlequins - TIME
Shovels & Rope - Birmingham
Blackberry Smoke - Good One Comin' on
"Without an open-minded mind, you can never be a great success." - Martha Stewart
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
it wasn't the heat today, it was the fucking humidity. when i got back from the bank and Rite Aid, mom told me it looked like i was sweating. no shit sherlock. by the way, she didn't have physical therapy today. she was discharged from it as she hasn't seen a doctor since her last fall. her therapist doesn't want to see her until she has seen the doctor. i think the earliest appointment she could get was a month from now. good times.
today is the trade deadline in the MLB. i am thrilled that the Yankees traded Joey Gallo away. he is going to the Dodgers for a AA pitcher. plus, the Dodgers are taking all the money left on his contract, so that saved the Yankees 3.7 million.
the biggest trade of the day was the Padres getting Juan Soto.
i'm expecting a ton of moves right before the deadline at 6 PM.
so, i did make it to the bank today. the line was much longer than i was expecting, but i do know in these hot ass days, my patience is a good thing. after that, i went to Rite Aid. i was able to get everything i was looking for.
so the Yankees just traded Jordan Montgomery to the Cardinals for an injured outfielder. that one is a head scratcher for me as i know Harrison Bader is a wonderful defender in centerfield, but i have no clue when he will be healthy enough to play.
Monday Night Raw was excellent last night. HHH running things has been a breath of fresh fucking air.
Don't Forget the Lyrics was good last night.
Industry was really good last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be NXT, Deadliest Catch and What We Do in the Shadows.
the Yankees won last night over Seattle, 7-2. hopefully, they will win again tonight.
i should be on here tomorrow in the morning. i'm going to try to get the blog done before i go to do the grocery shopping. the Yankees play in the afternoon, so i know i'm going to miss some of the game tomorrow. by doing the blog early, i at least won't miss all of the game.
i need to get the trash picked up and figure out what is for dinner, so that's all for me kids.
until tomorrow...
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.
nunca se puede tener suficiente paciencia
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:
Ghost - Seven Inches Of Satanic Panic
Michigander - Stay Out Of It
Otis Wilkins - Eat Yer Phone
Young Fathers - Geronimo
Daphni - Cloudy
"The most dangerous creation of any society is the man who has nothing to lose." - James Baldwin
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
just as i was finishing up the blog yesterday, the news broke about the death of Bill Russell. now, as a basketball fan and as someone who tries to champion human rights as much as i can, i was always aware of Bill Russell. any of you too young to know much about him, do yourself a favor and learn everything you can about the man.
and then later in the day, i saw the news about the death of Nichelle Nichols. the inner geek in me was crushed by this one. i have always found black women to be beautiful and she was one of the first ones to really light my imagination.
the Yankees bullpen pissed away a win yesterday. they lost to the Royals, 8-6. in response to that, the Yankees GM made two fantastic trades today to sure up the bullpen and add a top of the rotation arm as well. i think they will make a few minor trades before the deadline tomorrow, but they are fully equipped to go win the World Series now.
Big Brother was good last night.
Westworld was fucking great last night. just two episodes remain in this season.
Last Week Tonight was brilliant as usual.
Vice was excellent last night.
The Chi was great last night.
City on a Hill was really good last night.
Flatbush Misdemeanors was pretty funny last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Monday Night Raw, Don't Forget the Lyrics and Industry.
the Yankees start a series tonight at home against Seattle. this could be a possible playoff matchup, so i'm hoping the Yankees play well and win.
i did listen to episode 406 of Notsam Wrestling this morning. you can find that by going here:
mom had some cleaning ladies out here today. i wasn't that impressed with what they did, mostly because i'm not a fan of cleaning and then forgetting where everything was to begin with. she also had a guy out here doing the measurements for the bathroom remodel. i get the feeling i'm going to have to make the decisions on everything as she procrastinates about all of this shit. good times.
i hope everyone had a great weekend.
i will probably be on here tomorrow after a trip to the bank and Rite Aid. i'm hoping to get all that and the blog done before mom has physical therapy in the afternoon.
thanks to everyone for checking out my latest published poems:
my poems "a bottle or two", "ever coming true", "no confidence in that belief", "dark amazing eyes" and "even beauty can give you" have been published at Synchronized Chaos. you can read the poems by going here:
