when all else fails...

this blog post of really nothing is brought to you by www.riotcast.com. a totally enjoyable way to piss away an afternoon when you're doing anything you can to avoid hearing absolutely fucking anything about the New York Yankees.

as you might be able to tell, i have no confidence in the Yankees at the moment. NONE. Sweaty Freddy takes the hill tonight and i figure by the third inning i'll be contemplating shitting my guts out for fun.

nearly completely forgot i had some new poems up at Underground Voices. i actually remembered when i was driving to the post office. if i ever figure out why my brain works the way it does, i could be scary one day.

as for the post office...i'm not sure this town knows how thankful they should be at how patient i am with the elderly. blocking parking spots while waiting for another one to open up, not understanding how a copier works, not understanding how the money goes in. and all i'm trying to do is get the fucking mail without ending up in jail. FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! do they understand how hard they make this some days?

the sun came out today. the rain moved away but forgot to take the humidity with it. fuck me runnin' it's sticky as hell outside. the constant feeling that you haven't wiped your ass good enough....

and with that visual... hopefully i'll have better news to share tomorrow. but don't count on it.

music today:

Zac Brown Band - Uncaged
The Twilight Singers - Powder Burns
Ed Sheeran - +
Beastie Boys - The In Sound From Way Out!

"I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money." - Pablo Picasso

one of those days

got back up into the 90's today. i'm afraid we haven't had a good rain here in so long that if we did it would totally fuck what crops we do have left. i only mention it because there's like an 80% chance of rain in the next 2 days. fun.

was totally weird watching the high school i graduated from playing high school football on ESPN. but some things don't change. i didn't make it to the end of the game. now, i just change the channel when they are getting blown out. back then, i would leave the stadium and go smoke a bowl underneath the nearby bridge. memories.

good win by the Yankees today, 4-2. a great job by the bullpen after Sweaty Freddy could only go 4 2/3 before imploding. a run of games against the AL East coming up. time to put the foot on the gas again. hopefully.

it was another Messi and CR7 Sunday on tv. incredible job by Messi to score 2 goals in about 4 minutes to rescue Barcelona. CR7 and Real Madrid obviously had their minds on the second leg against Barcelona coming up in a few days. lose 2-1 to a team i had never heard of before. not good.

a little dinner and some mindless tv tonight. then, i'm hoping for a nice long sleep. not quite death, but something close to it.

music today:

Ray LaMontagne and the Pariah Dogs - God Willin' & The Creek Don't Rise
John Prine - In Person & On Stage

"Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live." - Jean Cocteau

not exactly what i was hoping for

the day started off well enough. decent morning shit. good breakfast. cats and birds weren't pains in the asses when i fed them. paid a couple of bills. got the paper and the mail. the repairman for our ac/heat/do everything new age unit had no problems switching out the new parts. had a great jerk off session (thank you as always Jada Fire). and then it was time to watch Manchester United.

maybe the most unimaginative i've ever seen them play. shitty crosses, no urgency at all. bring RvP on but never get him the damn ball. and if they don't fix their D anytime soon, this season will become one where i will be throwing remotes through televisions. fuck me. and the calmer asshole inside me says it's just one game, it's a long season. and the true asshole inside of me responds it will be long if they keep that shit up.

needless to say between the Yankees and WWE RAW tonight, i'll be hoping for chaos, tomfoolery, and plenty of fucking runs. Sweaty Freddy is on the mound in Chicago. i smell a beer league softball game.

at least CM Punk is still champ...

a word on Tony Scott...
i can't blame you. if i had an inoperable tumor, that bridge would be mighty fucking tempting.

music today:

Beck - Guero
Prodigy - The Fat Of The Land
Metallica - Master Of Puppets

"It's a good thing that beauty is only skin deep, or I'd be rotten to the core." - Phyllis Diller

the sun finally shines on my ass

welcome to anyone who is here because of The Sam Roberts Show Online. more on that in a moment.

i sent off 6 poems today. 3 each to Pyrokinection and Napalm and Novocain. if any poems get accepted, i will post the good news as soon as i get it. rejection notes may take a little longer...

was totally blown away when Primetime Sam Roberts mentioned this blog in episode #26 (Feeling Strong) of The Sam Roberts Show Online. you can find that here http://notsam.com/podcast.html. enjoy the shows and help the man out if you can.

i'm also a little pumped up that Manchester United is very, very close to getting RvP and Angelo Henriquez. once both signings become official, a matter of time is what i'm hearing, i'll be full of shits and giggles for league play to start this weekend.

hats off to Hiroki Kuroda for his 2 hit shutout of Texas last night. i definitely caught myself thinking holy shit, he's gonna throw a no-no. and the game had a playoff feel going as well. if Swisher can come through like that in the playoffs for a change, shine up the rings for another championship my friends. here's hoping Sweaty Freddy and the Yankees can get another one tonight.

a hello to my friend in California. you will get better. and soon. keep at the hard work and you shall be rewarded.

lastly, i believe i heard some new kittens when i went out to feed the cats today. from the way she was acting, i believe they belong to Rita Dove. i didn't hunt much for them as if they are hers, these would be her first ones. i figure i will give it a month and then see how they are doing. she's a pretty lean and mean cat, so it wouldn't shock me if they are dead soon. but stranger things have happened at this zoo, i mean farm.

music today:

Soul Asylum - Grave Dancers Union
Ben Harper - Give Till It's Gone
Van Morrison - Tupelo Honey

"A leader is a dealer in hope." - Napoleon Bonaparte

a case of the blah's

i'm not sure what it was. the back pain i woke up with (weather related), the laundry i had to do, my friends who are dealing with some deep shit, family traveling in a country of shitty drivers, or what. but today was a serious case of the blah's.

did manage to watch team USA in men's basketball destroy Argentina, at least in the second half. such a deep team with incredible balance. had a little fun in the first half and put the game on mute and played Massive Attack instead. not quite Dark Side of the Moon and The Wizard of Oz but trippy just the same.

other than that, hopefully Sweaty Freddy can pitch well tonight for the Yankees. and i hope i get some better sleep for all the soccer i plan to watch tomorrow. gold medal match of the Olympics especially. of course, Mexico's best player is out, so i don't have my hopes up for a great game.

no news on the poetry front. i'm hoping the rough copy of my book i sent made it back. i'm hoping that fucker is out before the end of the month. as always, if anything comes up i'll post something over the weekend.

now for evidence of my mood...

music today:

Young The Giant - Young The Giant
Placebo - Without You I'm Nothing
Ed Sheeran - +
Mazzy Star - So Tonight That I Might See
Massive Attack - Mezzanine

"The more we have the less we own." - Meister Eckhart

a sleepless Sunday

after some shitty sleep, more on that later, woke up to watch Manchester United in Norway. a rare, entertaining 0-0 game. the other team's goalie made some spectacular saves. the team seems to be rounding into a good form. the season starts in less than 2 weeks.

was very nice to actually see the Yankees win a series for a change. a comfortable 6-2 win. decent pitching by Sweaty Freddy, better pitching by the bullpen, some timely hitting and a long homer from Ibanez. next up are the Tigers and Verlander. great.

watched a little bit of the Olympics today but not much. nothing really worth writing about.

my mind has been in a little of a fog since a phone call early this morning (like 2 a.m. early) from my brother from another mother about his newborn son. didn't really know what was up until this afternoon. looks like the kid will be ok (fingers crossed) as the doctors seem to believe they know what's going on. i suppose time will tell. and hopefully he decides 3 is enough.

some Sunday night tv is in order as i've got all the tedious shit i had to for my book sent off. and then, hopefully, sleep.

music today:

Johnny Cash - At Folsom Prison
Kings of Leon - Only By The Night

"Chaos is the score upon which reality is written." - Henry Miller

same shit, different game

this season is driving me fucking nuts. same old bullshit, can't take advantage of chances, can't get runners over and can't get timely hits. best of all, you get a great pitched game from Garcia and take him out with one out in the 8th before he gets to 90 fucking pitches. then it takes 4 fucking pitchers to get the next 2 outs, but not before walking three and giving up a run on an infield single. what a fucking waste. lose 4-2. to top off this horseshit evening, Jeter, Ichiro and A-Rod all got hit by pitches. A-Rod has a non-displaced fracture on his left hand, so off to the disabled list. what was the Yankee response. nothing, as usual. can't wait for Joba to return and buzz a fucking tower or two. contemplating not watching the day game later on today just to give my stress level a chance to decrease. i know that probably won't happen, but it's a nice thought.

leftovers

just a couple of nuggets that i didn't write about last night as i was busy falling asleep.

i totally enjoyed the 1000th episode of Monday Night Raw. i'm always up for a bit of nostalgia in something that i've watched for 35 of the 36 years i've been on this planet. what i liked the most was the return of the evil CM Punk. seeing him stand over The Rock and John Cena near the end of the episode made me very happy. as i said aloud to no one as i was watching, that's what you call passing the torch. i'm hoping the writers see it the way i do.

if anyone is interested to some links to my poetry that maybe aren't on this blog, please check out http://sites.google.com/site/losersincsite/.

got some decent rain this morning. wasn't so hard that it beat up what's left of the crops but was hard enough to hopefully penetrate the ground. at least that's what i'm hoping.

a hello to my friend in California. i hope you are doing well.

really looking forward to the season finale of Deadliest Catch tonight. one of my favorite shows of all time.

and after that is over, here's hoping the Yankees can make it two in a row. Sweaty Freddy against King Felix, so i'm not counting on much. maybe Ichiro knows some secrets. hopefully.

music today:

Grouplove - Never Trust a Happy Song
Fun. - Some Nights
TV on the Radio - Nine Types of Light
Ben Harper - The Will to Live

"It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what others say in a whole book." - Friedrich Nietzsche

gloomy

at least i didn't wake up at 5 a.m. like yesterday. we've had some real rain for a change around here, even a little fog. as much as we need it, it is a nightmare for my bad back. but i'll accept discomfort if the corn can hang on and produce something this year.

tried watching the Yankee game last night but it was like one big blah. Sweaty Freddy dug a hole and the bats were left on the plane. at least Swisher hit a home run in the 9th to keep the run scoring streak going. it was the first loss in Oakland since 2010. win the next 3 and no one will give a shit about one loss.

after giving it a good week, i'm all in on Big Brother. a damn guilty pleasure i can't escape. fuckers.

no real plans for the weekend. the humidity is actually supposed to break and it's going to be nice. at least on paper. some outside yard work might be in order if paper becomes reality. other than that, sports (Yankees, Manchester United) and some poetry are in order.

go to www.notsam.com if you'd like to laugh your ass off. Primetime Sam Roberts has posted episode #22 of The Sam Roberts Show Online. highly recommended.

not really sure what i want to say about the Batman shooting. but i think i know what i'll be writing about this weekend...

music this morning:

Nine Inch Nails - The Fragile

"Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom." - Francis Bacon

the sun shines on a dog's ass every now and then

the Yankees got 5 innings from Sweaty Freddy and the bullpen was pretty much spotless for the next 4. go against their usual trend and get some hits with runners in scoring position (and of course 2 of those hits were home runs) and you get a tidy 5-3 win. very good to win the first 2 games of this series as Weaver pitches tomorrow for the Angels. get the sweep and that truly is icing on the fucking cake.

on a side note

got nearly 20 minutes of drizzle this morning that was almost hard enough to get the sidewalks wet. thank god the crop insurance is paid because this year has fucked in the ass written all over it. the soybeans actually look pretty good all things considered but the corn is somewhere right above shit. not good.

rarely do i give 2 quotes in a day, but i'm in a decent mood

"Those who know how to win are much more numerous than those who know how to make proper use of their victories." - Polybius

wouldn't you know it

so i was writing this blog post in my head last night as i was watching the Yankees fail for something like the millionth time this season with a runner in scoring position. then a double, a walk and a hanging curve and i could simply imagine John Sterling going ape shit on the radio when Tex hit the 3 run homer to tie the game. then, someone commandeered Russell Martin's uniform and got what turned out to be the winning hit and threw out a runner in the top of the 9th with a perfect throw to second base for the final out. how i hope that's the Russell Martin that plays for the entire second half.

i have no clue how much longer the smoke and mirrors approach can last but i will enjoy it for the time being. of course, i kind of want them to hit home runs like this in the playoffs just so i can watch all these baseball "experts" bitch and moan endlessly that that's not how the game was meant to be played.

sweaty Freddy Garcia goes today. fingers are crossed.

in other news

stumbled upon a band yesterday that i really, really like. Delta Rae.

trying to figure out how i can keep this hot streak going with my writing. this is starting to remind me of my mid 20's again. oh, the glorious past. whiskey, strange women, the city of Chicago and wasted potential. guess we'll see if i have learned anything in this life.

enter your cliche about time here

music this morning:

Nine Inch Nails - With Teeth
Delta Rae - Live at Lincoln Theater

"Admiration for a quality or an art can be so strong that it deters us from striving to possess it." - Friedrich Nietzsche

a slow death

sat down at 1 to watch the Yankees. before i could get comfortable, the Braves are up 3-0. glad to see Phil Hughes revert back to the old version. then decided to go shave and shower. get all that done and the score is 6-1. instead of watching, i went and sent out some poems. get done with that and it's 6-4.

the Grandy man makes it 6-5. and then A-Rod steps up, runners on 1st and 3rd, a fucking fly ball ties the game and the asshole of course, hits into a double play.

and then came a slow death. defensive miscues, shitty pitching, an appearance by the human white flag Freddy Garcia and the Yankees lose 10-5.

YUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

will pay a bit of attention to the NHL awards tonight. i'm hoping Hank can finally win the Vezina. will definitely make this Ranger fan very happy. also, will be nice to get the hockey juices going again with the draft and all the trade rumors heating up.

hotter than dog shit here today. no sight of rain. hopefully some tomorrow. any rain would help at this point. any.

music for today:

Prodigy - The Fat of the Land
Tom Waits - Bad As Me

"I could tell that my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio."
     - Rodney Dangerfield