And it feels *pretty* fucking good.
You may have noticed a reduction in my f-bombs on twitter. Yea. Well, I guess they are starting to jail people for “abusive language” or something. It’s okay. I have a pretty expansive vocabulary, so, I promise that I won’t run out of things to say or anything.
Michael Cohen. He is THE news, this morning. Overnight. Yesterday. Unless you live under a rock or like watching Fox News. This is shit is about to get real, people. Really. Really. Real. Those of you that have been tuning in for a while know that Trump affects my mood. In a VERY negative way. He puts me in a very dark place. I’ve never known the name of SO MANY cabinet members in ANYONE’S “presidency” in my LIFE. I mean, as stupid as Dubya was, he had Rice, Rumsfeld, Powell, Cheney and a few more names that I can’t recall, at the moment. Jesus Fuck, man.
Okay. The Yankees. Aw, man. And before I start up, you HAD to see this one coming. Jesus fucking Christ, man. It’s *just* starting and we ALREADY have PROBLEMS. Not flaws. Not weaknesses. Not issues. But PROBLEMS. I am extremely curious to see a Scranton-Wilkes Barre Yankees game, now. I missed Spring Training this year, so I was unable to get my “sneak peak” on. It’s disturbing, though. Troublesome. Troubling. We are in trouble.
Next. I have just about reached the proverbial “end of the road.” Not in a bad way. Hey. That corner that I’ve been talking about and eluding to for the past three years??? I’m there. Finally. On to the next one.
Well, we have just taken off. (Yay!!!) I land in NYC at 2:45pm, god willing. Tonight, my Yanks are in………….. Boston!!! And I do believe that ESPN is going to televise that. [deep breath] Does NOT give the warm-n-fuzzies, but, well… You know how I do. Stress. Worry. Fret. Obsess. That’s who I am. That’s what I do.
Twitter. I can’t be bullied. LOL!!! I mean, people can drop into my mentions and talk shit to me, but does that shit phase me??? Nah. I laugh. I may take a screenshot and comment. But, reply??? No. I don’t respond. Not in a tussling mood, these days. You know what I *am* in the mood for, though??? I’m in the mood to get that house and senate flipped for fuck’s sakes. Turn that shit OVER. Flip It Blue. 🇺🇸 That’s what I’m in the mood for. I want to volunteer. I want to get the word out. I want to do MY thing. I want to do MY part. Let’s get this shit DONE.
November. November. November.
Empire. Mayne, I forgot how CRAZY and Over-The-TOP that show is, LOL!!! Oh my GOD, LMAO!!!!! If you follow me on twitter, you know what shows I am digging, these days: McMafia, Atlanta and YEA!!! That’s it! My show of shows, The Walking Dead is gettin’ ready to end yet ANOTHER season and I’m going to need resolution. I’m going to need the All Out War to end and………… [deep breath] I need The Whisperers! Bring ‘em ON!!! I think that I may have already pointed this out and if I did, please, forgive me. My memory really is NOT what it used to be. The show lacks CONSISTENCY. It’s just not as consistent as the comic book is. I mean. I’m still watching but if I’m reading the numbers right, Walking Dead was at just under 20 million viewers a week, a few seasons back and is now somewhere around 9 mil. I mean, that’s after 8 seasons. Which is EPIC. We are getting into Seinfeld, Law & Order, The Jeffersons territory now. Epic.
Coffee. I didn’t think that I had all that much to babble about but as we reach our cruising altitude of 41,000 feet, I am feeling rather chatty, this morning!
Black Panther: I promise, I’m going to see that shit. This week. I swear. I know. I KNOW. I see my one or two issues of the comic are creeping up in value but nothing has really skyrocketed, yet. And so you know, the current Black Panther storylines are just NOT grabbing me. Except the bonus storylines about the women of Wakanda. The warrior chicks. And just like “Here’s Negan”, I’m not paying $4.99/month for 4-6 pages. Nah. I’ll wait until they compile that into a trade.
Okay. Today. I got Jeffrey Osborne. The Ohio Players. Teena Marie. Hugh Mundell. Yea. [deep breath] Goin’ old school on ‘em.
I think that’s all, for now. BUT…………. Before I leave, here’s a little something I discovered while in New Mexico: Raspberry Lemonade Mimosas are better than Strawberry Lemonade Mimosas. I’m just sayin’. And Coconut Margaritas STILL rule the universe. Sadie’s Coconut Margaritas are not as good as Gardunos Coconut Margaritas, but they ARE very, *very*, EXTREMELY, *wildly*……………. delicious.