Tuesday, March 31, 2015

the winds of hell

oh shit, two days in a row. i guess i'm back in the flow of this once again.

i didn't sleep very well last night. i'm not sure if it's the season or the absolutely fucking bizarre dreams i was having. between one where my high school girlfriend actually was in love with me to one where i was accused in history class of putting mustard on a chocolate cake. not sure what the fuck it all means nor do i really fucking care at the moment.

of course, 20 minutes after i woke up from those dreams, i opened an email from Russell at The Camel Saloon passing on the poems i sent yesterday. well, that helps solve the problem with not having poems for the broadside project.

i was not very pleased with Monday Night Raw last night. other than Brock Lesnar nearly killing everyone, the rest of the night was a bit of a downer. i did like the debuts of the guys from NXT. hopefully they are on Raw for a long time. it just felt like they were back to hey, let's fuck the audience again and not give them anything they want. though, i doubt they liked the cheers when Brock did this to lead announcer Michael Cole:
of course, it would have been best to do the rest of the show in silence. they chose not to and made shit even worse.

i watched The Voice from last night this afternoon. i figured it was a good time, especially given the way team USA has been playing here recently. they were playing Switzerland at noon. so, once The Voice was over, i flipped over to the soccer match. of course, i missed a great goal:
USA ended up drawing with the Swiss 1-1. Jozy Altidore got a red card. not sure why people think he didn't deserve it. he was going to get a yellow for the tackle. you can't exactly tell the ref to go fuck himself and not think you're not getting another yellow. stupid stupid STUPID. oh well, just another fucking friendly where they couldn't hold a lead.

the New York Rangers play tonight up in Winnipeg. this isn't the best place to try to get on a good streak. hopefully they win against a desperate Jets team.

on the DVR tonight will be the recap episode of The Voice and Undateable, one of the few comedies i actually like on NBC.

the people that were supposed to get the furniture today didn't show up. figures. mom has told them they have to be here by 8 in the morning tomorrow or she's giving it all away to charity. so much for sleeping in tomorrow.

i got some free music on iTunes today. i haven't been over to NoiseTrade yet to see what they have. and, i guess i should check out that new streaming service that Jay Z is doing. judging from the commercial, it looks interesting.

that's all for me today. i believe i might have to drive mom to work tomorrow. her Meniere's disease has been acting up again. if that happens, i'll bring along a pen and paper and maybe get a few poems down. either that, or maybe do some day drinking. good times.

hope this finds everyone drunk and looking at bad porn. until tomorrow bitches.

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...


Delta Spirit - Language of the Dead
Shake Shake Go - England Skies
Enigma - Return To Innocence
Gary Jules - Mad World
Deftones - Minerva

"I just go where the guitar takes me." - Angus Young

not sure what i have planned for National Poetry Month. but you can expect this blog to get a little artsy fartsy for the next month.

Monday, March 30, 2015

riding the waves

so here's what happened at the doctor's office this morning. i got there a little early, so my gift was to wait until nearly 15 minutes after my appointment was supposed to be until i actually got in. good times. thankfully, my weight was down as was my A1C, which made the doctor really happy. we talked about my ankle and he looked at it. he figures it's tendinitis, but he ordered some x-rays just to make sure. so, i drove there and after waiting in line for 5 minutes behind a woman who shit her pants and another 15 minutes just to get registered to get the x-rays, i finally got in and had 3 x-rays done. i have to call the doc in a few days to see if anything is broken. if it comes back clean, the process will be time and patience. i figure it will be more like pain tolerance and plenty of drinking. i'll post a pic of the bar i have set up at the new house. let's just say i'm an alcoholic.

i sent out 11 poems today; 3 each to Dead Snakes and The Camel Saloon. i sent out 5 poems to Your One Phone Call. when i hear back from these places i'll pass along the verdicts.

it was when i was sending out those poems that i checked and saw my poems had been published on Horror Sleaze Trash. that poem "pink sweatpants" is about 98% true. man, i miss those days.

i watched WrestleMania last night. i was pleasantly surprised with how good the show was. i watched it on the WWE Network as Directv decided not to offer it this year. i was happy that i was able to stream the network through my Bluray player. look at me, finally in the 21st century. hot damn.

i'm really looking forward to Monday Night Raw tonight. this is ALWAYS the best Raw of the year. and after how good the ppv was last night, i'm expecting a fucking great show tonight.

the New York Rangers were the first team in the NHL to get to 100 points this season. sadly, they have shit the bed since that. hopefully they can turn it back up and win the division and go into the playoffs on fire.

i have made the finals of fantasy hockey for the 4th year in a row. hopefully i don't finish second like the last three years.

i got an email today asking for some poems for a broadside project. i guess i need to break out the pen and paper again. of course, i do have a few older poems now available as well. i will hopefully get that submission ready in the next few days.

hopefully the people coming to get the furniture for my sister's friend show up tomorrow. after that shit gets out of the garage, mom can start getting her shit over here. that should help her stress level some.

on the DVR tonight will be The Voice and god knows what else.

i'm just about ready to start hanging the artwork and whatnot in my room. once i get that done, then i'll post some pictures of just how fucking ridiculous my room is.

that's all for today. i'm slowly getting back in the groove. if i happen to carve out a few minutes for this tomorrow, look the fuck out.

hope everyone had a great weekend.

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...


Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (Live)
The Band of Heathens - Hurricane
TV on the Radio - Careful You
Kix - Don't Close Your Eyes
Bruce Springsteen - I'm on Fire

"One of the most beneficial things I've ever learned is how to keep my mouth shut." - Eric Clapton

5 new poems at Horror Sleaze Trash

my poems "we have a situation here", "nothing to be worried about", "pink sweatpants", "the sweeter the juice" and "well beyond my years" have been published today at Horror Sleaze Trash. you can find the poems by going here:

Saturday, March 28, 2015

response from Nerve Cowboy

i heard back from the guys at Nerve Cowboy on my poetry submission from December 2014. my poem "just another hopeless romantic" has been accepted for publication. it will appear in NC #39, due out this summer.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

back in the saddle

i decided i would be something other than lazy today and actually do a blog post. now, i can't guarantee that i'm going to make this a daily ritual once again right away. but, as i'm slowly getting used to life in the suburbs once again, i can see this becoming my drug once again.

the furniture, or most of it, arrived on Monday. mom realized then just how small this house really is. that made me laugh. how we don't end up killing each other before we die of natural causes is beyond me. the good thing is my recliner is finally here and i've been able to sleep in it each time i have put my fat ass in it.

the weather has been crazy the last few days. the rain has really fucked me up. of course, the 30 degree drop in temperature didn't help either. i see the doctor on Monday. that should be an interesting one. since nearly everyone else in my family is a diabetic, i get my screening done on Monday. plus, i'd love to find out what is really going on with my ankle.

the Dayton Flyers had their run in the NCAA tournament ended by Oklahoma. they simply ran out of gas. but, they ran out of it months later than most people thought they would. and today they extended their coach until 2022. i highly doubt he will be here that long, but it does mean the college will get paid when he leaves for a big time job. of course, he may fool us all and stay here forever. he's got some great talent coming in next year. if it all works out, i can sense another deep run coming.

the New York Rangers could clinch a playoff spot tonight. they play Ottawa. more importantly though, The King is back. i believe he's going to play one of the games this weekend. if he can come back healthy and great, get ready for another DEEP playoff run. i really don't give a shit if they win the President's Trophy or not, i simply want the Stanley Cup again before i die.

i've been enjoying The Voice here for the last few weeks. here's a couple of the performances i've really liked:

so far i prefer team Blake (shocker) but i think each team has someone that can win the whole thing.

i didn't get on here to boast about Manchester United beating Liverpool, but i will gladly post the best goal in the Premier League this season:
ladies and gentlemen, Juan Mata...

i am truly enjoying life with a DVR. i don't have to stay up all night to watch shit (even though i do) and i am catching up with a bunch of shows i didn't watch before. of course, my life is still consumed with sports. and with WrestleMania coming up this weekend, you can imagine that pro wrestling is dominating my life at the moment. let's just say my mother isn't that happy.

speaking of pro wrestling, here's one of the best damn casket matches i have seen in years. Lucha Underground is something you absolutely NEED to watch each week:

my brackets for the NCAA tournament aren't horrible. the problem is they aren't great either. at this point i'm just hoping either Kentucky wins it all or loses in the final.

amazingly, most of the cats are still alive. i don't feed them everyday anymore. i do feed them when i'm over there. i'm a little surprised at how resilient they have been. of course, i would gladly love for someone to come along and take them. the other night i was looking out the window here at the new house and saw this huge cat come right up to the door. for a second, i thought one of those fuckers followed me from the farm. that wasn't the case, but the lady that lived here before had cats. as i have told my mother repeatedly, NO FUCKING PETS. i'll have a few bird feeders and battles with the flying rats (squirrels) but the only animal inside of here will be me.

i do know she's fucking stunned that i actually use the vacuum every few days. the house is 90% carpet, so i know it's necessary. i can't wait until we get a dishwasher though. i mean shit, we actually have water now that doesn't stain fucking everything it touches, let's take advantage of it. i know though, all the good shit has to wait until the farm gets auctioned off. hopefully the price gets high enough that my mother and i don't have to worry about fucking anything for at least a few months.

ok, enough of my rambling. got some good shit bubbling in the poetry world, but i don't want to jinx anything. but let's just say that a guy in Sweden has been busting his ass and finally, it may be all paying off. i've got some poems to send out here soon. i believe that will happen in the next few days. most likely before the end of March. can't let the world forget about me just yet.

i'll try to make this a habit once again. hope this finds everyone in good spirits.

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...


Ryan Bingham - Bluebird
The Firm - Satisfaction Guaranteed
Annie Lennox - I Put a Spell On You
Van Morrison - Cleaning Windows
DJ Shadow - Midnight In A Perfect World

"Freedom lies in being bold." - Robert Frost

let's just say that this James Corden is really entertaining me before i fall asleep each night:

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

where does the time go

i figured i better do one of these again before the world forgets that this blog actually exists. i still am in the process of moving. most of my shit is over here. mom has procrastinated to the point where our furniture will arrive on March 23rd. we have been able to get some of the furniture over in the SUV, so it somewhat feels like a house. the weather hasn't helped much at all.

as for me personally, my shoulder is getting better. i don't feel the pinch as often these days. my right ankle is brutal right now. arthritis (at least i hope that's what it is) is killing me in that ankle. i go to the doctor in a few weeks for my 3 month checkup. that should be an interesting visit.

i am in the playoffs for fantasy hockey at the moment. of course, my team is dealing with injuries, as usual.

the New York Rangers have been playing amazing hockey without The King. to be first in the entire league is truly fucking amazing at this point.

the Dayton Flyers got totally fucking hosed by the selection committee for the NCAA tournament. they were the last team in even though there were a handful of teams that they are absolutely better than. so to turn around and play in the First Four is fucking ridiculous. to find out that if they didn't make it to the finals of the A10 tourney and they wouldn't have been in the field at all is truly fucking ridiculous. at least i'll get to see them play tomorrow. they play Boise State. if they win, they get to play Providence in Columbus on Friday. that would make 5 games in 7 days for them. all with 7 fucking players.

i did fill out a few brackets. i think i have Kentucky winning it all on most of them.

i did write my first poems since i moved. i think they are pretty good. i will get around to sending them out in a few weeks. between trying to move shit each day and take care of the cats, helping my mom and then battling a true lack of sleep, unless i'm typing at 3 in the morning, i simply have no time for submissions at this moment.

i did find it comforting that a guy down the road was cleaning his motorcycles over the weekend blasting Black Sabbath. at least not everyone on this cul-de-sac is on the verge of death.

i've had to get some new bird feeders to battle the fucking squirrels over here. these flying rats are everywhere.

the hockey games that we had tickets to are over. my sister is toying with the idea of getting some tickets for next season. the kicker though is she will be in Africa for a month. so, i doubt that we'll get tickets next season.

here are the basketball games i'll be watching in person today and tomorrow:
Manhattan vs. Hampton and Ole Miss vs. BYU
North Florida vs. Robert Morris and Boise St. vs. Dayton

seeing that the late games don't start until 9 PM each night, i'll be fucking tired beyond belief these next two days. but, as long as i get to see Dayton stick it to the selection committee and win on Wednesday, i'll be fine.

thank god i do have a DVR now. as you might imagine, i'm recording fucking everything. it's made my life much less stressful.

the series ending episode of The Jinx was fucking awesome. i saved it on the DVR as i'll watch that over and over.

once i get a little more settled and back in the swing of things, i'll take some pictures of the new place and show everyone just how fucking packed my room actually is. once i get everything up on the wall, i'll basically be the sociopath that some actually believe i am.

that's all for me today. i hope everyone is doing well. happy St. Patrick's Day to all my drunk friends out there.

i'll probably get back to doing this everyday once the baseball season starts going.

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...


basically, whatever is FREE on iTunes this week or do yourself a favor, and go to NoiseTrade and find some great FREE music.

"If I see one side of somebody, I want to see the other side." - Kurt Russell

please use my new address for any correspondence. i'll still get mail at the po box for a little while, but eventually it's all going to come to the house. so, for all you stalkers out there, here's your lucky day.

J.J. Campbell
51 Urban Ln.
Brookville, Ohio 45309

i did get some sweet ass new business cards. i'll be sending those out soon.

Monday, March 9, 2015

yet again, a genius in Sweden turns my drivel into brilliance

i guess i should really find the time to start blogging again as my good friend, Janne Karlsson, has once again turned some mindless drivel i wrote in this blog into some artistic brilliance. you can find our latest monster by going here: