busy doing nothing

since some people that tell me they love me think i'm just bullshitting myself with this poetry thing, i wanted to pass on the news that i sent out 30 poems today. 5 each to Carcinogenic Poetry, 5 AM, and Presa Magazine; 3 each to Napalm and Novocain, Pyrokinection, Dead Snakes, The Camel Saloon, and Fuck Art, Let's Dance. when i hear back from these places, i'll pass along the verdicts here on the blog.

i talked to my sister today. she's been really getting into this ancestry.com shit. i humored her and my mother and did that DNA kit for them. i'm not really interested with the results unless it's something other than what i've been told all my life. i believe i am part Irish, Scottish, and German. if it comes back different than that, i might be mildly amused. my sister on the other hand is tracing shit back to the middle ages. good for her. i don't really want to know about the long line of assholes and alcoholics we came from.

made my football picks today and juggled both of my fantasy football teams a little. as usual, i have some injury concerns and i'm trying to take advantage of players being let go way too early by owners. that's usually how you win a championship.

the Yankees lost last night 4-3. i might have watched a few innings but that was it. i doubt i watch that much tonight.

we're under a tornado watch for tonight. that should make things interesting as there is a line of fuck you storms supposed to come through the area tonight. i hate night storms. they tend to come out of fucking nowhere.

Big Brother last night was pretty good. i did find myself laughing a few times. i can't wait to see the looks on their faces tonight when they realize the last week of the show has to be played again, all in one night. and hopefully, fucking Frankie gets evicted tonight. please.

i also watched Inside the NFL last night. it certainly isn't the show i grew up watching.

i'm really looking forward to The Bridge tonight. hopefully the storms stay away until i've seen the episode.

that's really all for me today. i've got some podcasts to go listen to and a weather radar to go watch. thanks again for allowing me to waste a few minutes of your precious time.

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:

Steve Earle - Colorado Girl
Drive-By Truckers - Grand Canyon
K's Choice - Not an Addict

"Concentration comes out of a combination of confidence and hunger." - Arnold Palmer

poetry news, other musings, and shit heading into the weekend

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i heard back from 5AM on my poetry submission from back in August. lets just say i'll really have some fun pointing out where these rejected poems get published.

always fun to get a rejection notice on a Friday. let the drinking begin. especially when you know these were the good ones, the ones you saved to send to a "better" zine. may we all raise our glasses for piss poor taste.

got a haircut today. went into the barbershop i've gone to since i was a kid. the same guy who has cut my hair for over 30 years looked a bit shocked. i hadn't been in for almost a year. feels good to have the mop gone. and, i gave a little better tip than normal as well. it can't be easy running a barbershop in a town that's been dying for the past 20 years.

nice to see the Yankees sweep a shitty team for a change. big series this weekend against Oakland. hopefully the train can keep rolling. and hopefully Ichiro stays hot. he has turned back the clock. must be smelling the playoffs.

thankfully, i didn't change my pick last night in the Giants game. i almost did because of all the injuries. a rare moment where my guts didn't have shit for brains.

laughed my ass off last night at Wilfred and Louie. 2 of the best shows on TV.

hope everyone has a great weekend. if all my sports teams win, i will be flying high. happier than a dog with two pricks.

music today:

Concrete Blonde - Bloodletting
Mumford & Sons - Sigh No More

"The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool." - Stephen King

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i got a decent amount of sleep last night yet somehow still managed to wake up at 6 a.m. not exactly what i was hoping for. but oh well.

sent out 8 poems today. 5 poems to 5AM (Spring Church, PA) and 3 poems to The Camel Saloon. hopefully i will get some good news back from them both.

kind of interested to see how Manchester United looks here in a little while against Barcelona. not that a friendly is a good marker of how they will do, but playing against that team is a significant step up in competition.

other than that, i'll catch some of the Olympics, got some dishes to do and i will see if the Yankees can somehow not find a way to lose their third straight to the fucking Tigers.

music today:

Social Distortion - Live At The Roxy
Warren Haynes - Live At Bonnaroo
Ministry - Sphinctour

"Everything has been figured out, except how to live." - Jean-Paul Sartre