well, i got a few things done...

 i was able to get to the post office today. i had to mail a book back i autographed for CRK. after that, i went to Kroger to pick up my prescription and mom's new prescription. i wanted to get those today so i wouldn't have to worry about that tomorrow. when i got home, i had lunch and at least thought about doing my laundry. i guess that will have to wait until Thursday. at least i still have clean underwear.

so, the Yankees have this terrible tendency this season to play down to their opponents level. last night was the perfect example as they lost to the White Sox in Chicago, 12-2. thank fucking god i didn't watch any of the game.

Name That Tune was very good last night.

Monday Night Raw was excellent last night.

at least it looks like Manchester United got some shit done today:

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be NXT, Deadliest Catch, Big Brother and Hard Knocks.

i should be on here tomorrow after i get the grocery shopping done.

i do have a few extra copies of my book i did with CRK available for sale. contact me if you are interested.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/210633465-altered-states-of-the-unflinching-souls

i need to get the trash picked up, figure out dinner and help mom with her exercises, so that's all for me today 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 off the fucking streets.

get the fucking shot.

Hice algunas cosas

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 Lumineers - Ho Hey

Marlei - No Matter

MEMORIALS - Cut It Like A Diamond

Journey - Faithfully

My Morning Jacket - Tyrone

"Revenge is sweet and not fattening." - Alfred Hitchcock

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

more water left in the rock...

 i did squeeze out another poem last night. this one was a little more unexpected, which made me happy. i wasn't going to push my luck and see if i could squeeze out any more. 

the Yankees lost yesterday at Miami, 3-1. they play again this afternoon.

AEW Collision was very good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, Heels, Billions and The Chi.

the New Orleans Saints play their first preseason game today at home against the Chiefs. i'll probably watch some of that today.

i'll probably also check out some soccer, golf and NASCAR today. 

we are supposed to get some strong ass storms tomorrow, so i don't know if i will be on here before Manchester United plays or not.

i hope everyone had a great Saturday. i hope your Sunday will be even better.

a big thank you to everyone for checking out my latest published poem:

https://horrorsleazetrash.com/2023/08/13/j-j-campbell-76/

i did watch some of the basketball hall of fame ceremonies last night:

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 off the fucking streets.

get the fucking shot.

queda mas agua en la roca

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 Marcus King Band - Due North EP

Tedeschi Trucks Band - Alabama (Live)

Ryan Bingham - This Life

Zach Bryan - Something in the Orange (Live)

Blue October - Fear

"A lot of movies are about life, mine are like a slice of cake." - Alfred Hitchcock

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

and here comes a busy day...

 i swear, it feels like i just went to bed. of course, i have been up for almost 3 hours after my usual 4 hours of sleep. 

Smackdown and NXT Level Up were both pretty good last night.

AEW Rampage was really good last night.

Real Time with Bill Maher was hilarious last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

nothing on the DVR tonight.

the Yankees lost last night to the Red Sox, 3-2, in 10 innings. yet another blown save for Holmes. they play again tonight.

Manchester United plays at Brentford today. hopefully, they play much better this week than they did last week.

right after that is over, i'll be watching team USA take on Austria at the World Juniors.

and then sometime this afternoon, i need to go to Rite Aid to pick up my prescription and go to Kroger and get mom's prescription and some other things and then go to Meijer and get some other stuff. i did a run on sentence on purpose as i know that is exactly how my afternoon is going to feel today.

the New Orleans Saints play tonight at the Texans. hopefully, they will win and no one will get hurt.

i hope everyone has a great Saturday.

i have no damn clue when i will be on here tomorrow.

until then 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.

Espero que tengan un gran fin de semana

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:

Yard Act w/Elton John - 100% Endurance

Buddy Guy w/Jason Isbell - Gunsmoke Blues

Danger Mouse & Black Thought w/A$AP Rocky and Run The Jewels - Strangers

Daniel Tashian - Night After Night

Alice In Chains - We Die Young

"Revenge is sweet and not fattening." - Alfred Hitchcock

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

like a punch to the dick

 the problem with being a die hard sports fan is sometimes the losses are simply to much to bear. part of the problem for me is being alive when the Yankees had the greatest closer that ever lived. a good 20 years or so when you never had to worry about the 9th inning in a big game. sure, Mo blew a few over the years, but more times than not, it was automatic. well, those days are gone forever now. and after Britton shit the bed last night, i replayed the moments in my head for hours on end. i came to the conclusion that i don't mind if a kid would have been in that situation and gave up the walk off homer to the White Sox, as those are the lessons a kid needs to learn. but to see a veteran become a shell of his former self right before your eyes, unacceptable. and to watch the Yankees come from behind with two dramatic home runs in the top of the 9th to only lose to a fucking Hollywood ending on a damn Hollywood night, much like the title suggests today, a punch to the dick. Yankees lost to the White Sox, 9-8.

Vice News Tonight had another great week of shows.

Big Brother was good last night. Christian got evicted and i believe Kyland is the new HOH.

Holey Moley was hilarious last night.

When Nature Calls was excellent last night.

NXT UK was really good yesterday.

Desus & Mero was fucking great last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Smackdown, Real Time with Bill Maher and AEW Rampage. i'll watch 205 Live (hopefully) sometime tonight on Peacock.

i got woke up this morning by a phone call from my mother's heart doctor. that was unexpected. i'm hoping they have finally figured out her meds. so, i watered the tomatoes, fed the birds and made some coffee. i think i am roughly running on about 3 good hours of sleep. and people wonder why i can't wait for my death.

i'll be on here tomorrow sometime after Manchester United plays Leeds. hard to believe the Premier League is back already.

i hope everyone has a great weekend.

until tomorrow kids...

fight the power.

fuck racism.

fuck hatred.

fuck the police.

black lives matter.

stay healthy.

wash your fucking hands.

stay socially distant.

get the shot.

disfruta tu fin de semana

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:

Chris Stapleton - Nothing Else Matters

Ted Hawkins - Long As I Can See The Light

Jeffrey Gaines - In Your Eyes (Live)

Bettye LaVette - Somebody Pick Up My Pieces

Gov't Mule - Wish You Were Here (Live)

"For me, the cinema is not a slice of life, but a piece of cake." - Alfred Hitchcock

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

not the news i was expecting...

i wrote 12 poems today while mom was in her dental appointment. when she got out, she told me that all she really did was had some x-rays taken. i guess her problem with her tooth is so bad she has to go to an oral surgeon to have it fixed. and of course, the closest one to us is in Richmond, Indiana. and the date she has to go is my sister's birthday. i told my mother to text my sister and let her know what her birthday present is going to be...

i haven't typed up the 12 poems yet. i had to take some prescriptions up to the grocery store this afternoon as the dentist doesn't call those in for you. and then i started watching some hockey.

Columbus won Game 2 against Tampa this afternoon, 3-1. the series is now tied 1-1.

the New York Yankees won last night over Atlanta, 6-3. they are off tonight and start a 4 game series against Boston on Friday.

Big Brother was good last night. i'm not sure who is going to be evicted tonight.

NXT was very good last night.

AEW was very good last night as well.

Yusuf Hawkins: Storm Over Brooklyn brought back some memories last night. i swear, everything in the year 1989 is crystallized in my brain. i recommend this documentary to anyone who doesn't remember the late 80's.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Holey Moley, Don't, Cake, Desus & Mero and Big Brother. i'll watch NXT UK sometime tonight on WWE Network.

i'm sure i'll probably watch some hockey tonight as well.

i'm not sure when i will be on here tomorrow. i'm hoping mom's new pills will be ready in the morning. i would love to get those before it gets hot and stormy tomorrow.

hope all is well.

until tomorrow kids...

fight the power.

fuck racism.

fuck hatred.

fuck the police.

stay healthy.

wash your fucking hands.

wear your mask.

ella tenía un culo tan jugoso que quería enterrar mi cara en él

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:

Desire - Escape
Helmet - Unsung
Pantera - Walk
Prince - Kiss
Brick - Dazz

"Always make the audience suffer as much as possible." - Alfred Hitchcock

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

a crack of thunder that sounded like a bomb...

i believe it was around 3:45 in the morning. i had just got into bed and was trying to find a comfortable spot. i saw a flash of lightning through my blinds and the crack of thunder sounded like a fucking bomb going off. it was like that for the next 30 minutes or so. i think i finally fell asleep around 5 in the morning. joy. i was up at 8:30 and on my way to make some coffee. i figured it was a good thing i had 3 drinks last night. that was the only way i got any sleep at all.

the New York Yankees won both games against Baltimore yesterday, 8-5 in Game 1 and 11-8 in Game 2. weather permitting, they play Baltimore again tonight.

Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night. i love that Sasha Banks is back. and given that she got into it last night with Becky Lynch, i can't fucking wait for that feud to explode.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Smackdown, Deadliest Catch, Miz & Mrs. and Hard Knocks. i'll watch 205 Live sometime tonight on WWE Network.

it's been really cloudy and muggy all fucking day here. i did catch a decent nap earlier when i was icing down my back.

i've got trash to pickup here and next door, so that's all for me kids. i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow.

until then...

Estoy cansado de sentirme no amado

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:

Warren Zevon - Carmelita
Tom Waits - Come On Up To The House
David Gray - This Years Love
Jeff Buckley - Lover, You Should've Come Over (Live)

"I have a perfect cure for a sore throat: cut it." - Alfred Hitchcock

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

death is in the air...

when i saw the news about Aretha Franklin being gravely ill from cancer, my first thought was how celebrities tend to die in threes. then, i saw the news about Jim "The Anvil" Neidhart passing away at just 63 years old. probably one of my favorite wrestling heels from my youth and probably why i still wear my goatee like i do. Aretha isn't dead yet, as of me writing this, so who knows who the three will be.

i wrote 3 poems yesterday. i typed them up and really like them.

my left leg was still bothering me last night. this morning, i spilled hot coffee on it (not on purpose) and felt nothing. i'm wondering now how much of my leg is actually dead. good times.

the New York Yankees won yesterday against Texas, 7-2. they play a make up game tonight against the Mets at home. hopefully they can win tonight and get to 32 games over .500.

Big Brother was pretty good last night. of course, mom and i were watching in the living room and the television just died during the show. i believe the tv was just 10 years old. it almost reminded me of my youth when a picture tube would just go out in the old televisions. it still comes on, but no damn picture. joy. so, of course, mom broke out her consumer reports today to figure out the best television to buy. or, how i like to call it, paralysis by analysis.

Power was excellent last night.

Sharp Objects was really good last night.

Ballers was pretty funny last night.

Insecure was excellent last night. the muse was shocked that i actually watch this show. that made me laugh. if she actually paid attention to what i watch, she would realize i'm probably closer to being black than i am to being white.

Last Week Tonight was fucking hilarious, as usual.

The Affair was heartbreaking last night. the season finale next week should be another gut punch.

Who is America? was fucking ridiculous last night.

Our Cartoon President was hilarious last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and Rest in Power: The Trayvon Martin Story. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.

i mailed the cd i made for the muse today at the post office. now, the true waiting game begins. i have no clue if she actually wrote a letter to me this weekend or not. i'm not going to ask her. it wouldn't do my ego any good for the answer to be shit, i forgot.

i'll be on here sometime tomorrow after i take mom to her eye doctor's appointment. i'm hoping she just needs a new prescription for her glasses. if it's more than that, then it will be time for surgery yet again. joy.

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

¿Alguien realmente está sorprendido de que el presidente sea jodidamente estúpido?

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:

Radiant Children - Life's a Bitch
Jason Isbell - Cover Me Up
Aretha Franklin - Bridge Over Troubled Water (Live)

"I have the perfect cure for a sore throat: cut it." - Alfred Hitchcock

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

better than the dreams

i don't think i could have dreamed of Manchester United getting off to a better start to this season. they played the best i have seen them play in years, probably since Sir Alex. and to get a 4-0 win over West Ham to start off the season will hopefully be a sign of things to come. 2 goals from Lukaku and a goal each from Martial and Pogba. i will certainly enjoy that drink this evening.

the New York Yankees got off to a good start yesterday and then the shit hit the fan. Boston whipped them 10-5 and honestly, it never felt that close. i would say hopefully they will win tonight, but i seriously doubt they will. they now have 2 starters on the disabled list and honestly, i could see them have to fight tooth and nail just to hang on to a wildcard spot for the playoffs.

ROH was really good last night.

i did get a good laugh from the President's inability to say the KKK or white nationalists or white supremacists in his bullshit comments on what happened yesterday in Charlottesville, Virginia. of course, when you have fucking racists whispering into your ear everyday from inside the White House, what should i expect. the hoods have been replaced with red hats. as one headline said today, Trump lit the flames of hatred, it's up to us to put them out. i urge all of you to check out this link and read the article and then really, really think about what fucking country you want to live in.
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/08/12/opinion/charlottesville-and-the-bigotocracy.html?smid=tw-nytimes&smtyp=cur

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, Power, Ballers, Insecure, Last Week Tonight, The Strain, Ray Donovan, Twin Peaks and the season finale of I'm Dying up Here.

i do plan on watching the Spanish Super Cup this afternoon, which is getting ready to start now. this is the first leg between Real Madrid and Barcelona.

i had a heartbreaking phone call with my best friend this morning. when she told me her apartment has a gas leak but the landlord won't do anything to fix it, i was furious. but, since she told she's been fucked over by every social service there is in Arkansas, i told her the best advice i had for her is to either leave the state or die as quietly as she can. there certainly is a piece of me that thinks i might not hear from her again.

i have no clue when i'll be on here tomorrow. all i'm hoping is that my damn headache is gone by then.

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:

Ramones - The KKK Took My Baby Away
Rage Against the Machine - Bulls on Parade (Live)
Sex Pistols - God Save the Queen
Prophets of Rage - Unfuck the World

"Revenge is sweet and not fattening." - Alfred Hitchcock

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

the youth movement begins today

i was happy that A-Rod got to have "his" night last night. the ceremony was the clusterfuck that more or less his career has been, so that was fitting. he got a RBI double in the first inning and actually contributed for the first time in ages. he also got to play 3rd base for the first time in over a year for one batter. the best part of it all was the Yankees won their 3rd in a row, 6-3. now today, the youth movement finally begins. the Yankees called up Tyler Austin and Aaron Judge for today's game. i'm fucking thrilled to finally see some of the prospects play in the majors. and hopefully they do well enough that the relics they are replacing are never heard from again. they are also honoring the 1996 team today. hopefully some of that magic rubs off on the kids.

the Cypress Hill concert i watched last night certainly brought back some memories from my youth. it also reminded me how much i miss smoking weed.

the Premier League started off this morning with a nice shock. first time ever the champions from the previous season lost their first game of the next season. so hopefully that means Leicester City truly was just a fucking fluke.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be ROH.

mom and i went to the grocery store yesterday. we wanted to make sure we got everything done just in case we do get some holy shit rain today. i believe i found my latest muse while i was there. i was getting my lemonade that i love and turned around and nearly walked right into a beautiful black woman. it took nearly everything i had to stop myself from trying to bury my face in her ass. needless to say, there will be poems.

team USA men's basketball team won again yesterday on just talent and no chemistry. to beat Serbia by only 3 points, 94-91, is a bit of a head scratcher. they next play against France on Sunday. i believe Paul George said it best yesterday, they are simply too easy to guard at the moment. i can't stand watching a team that just stands around on offense. it drives me fucking nuts. and as my mother would say, it's a short drive.

i'll be on here sometime after Manchester United plays tomorrow morning.

i hope everyone has a great Saturday. call if you need bail money.

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:

Amos Lee - Vaporize
Cypress Hill - I Wanna Get High (Live)
Traffic - Dear Mr. Fantasy
Hippo Campus - Suicide Saturday

"I have a perfect cure for a sore throat: cut it." - Alfred Hitchcock

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

the dog days are... just beginning

i hate to inform Florence and her machine, but the fucking dog days aren't over. they are sadly just beginning. today was one of those where the highlight of my day was when i shit out something that looked like a frown. i told my mother to take a picture (sadly, she didn't). i thought it would make the perfect cover for my autobiography, ... And You Think You Had A Shitty Life. oh well, i'm sure there will be more.

the New York Yankees somehow have managed to blow a 7 game lead in the division in a mere 15 days. they lost again last night 2-1. Toronto has already won today, so the Yankees have to win tonight to stay 1/2 game behind in the division. they have called up one of their untouchable prospects and are starting him tonight. hopefully, Greg Bird gives these old fucks a shot of energy they desperately need.

Big Brother was good last night. sadly, Becky has no clue that her plan is 99.9% not going to happen. of course, the house guests will regret this if Vanessa is somehow still in the house after the double eviction. i'll have to follow tonight's episode online as there is a preseason NFL game on tonight. and i really have no interest of watching Big Brother at 3 in the morning. so the DVR will be taking care of that for me.

NXT was pretty good last night. Bayley and Becky Lynch put on a very good match. plus, you can never go wrong with some Kevin Owens and Samoa Joe. i'm really looking forward to Takeover: Brooklyn.

i didn't watch much of ROH last night. i was more or less just taking out my Yankee frustrations on the internet. mostly games of chess and spider solitaire while drinking Jager mix drinks. i guess that's why i slept last night.

enjoy some music kids:

now laugh motherfucker:

i got a couple of amazing EP's today. one for FREE from NoiseTrade and one i actually paid for, mostly because i believe that FKA twigs is my creative soul mate. if you don't agree, check this out:

i have really no interest in watching preseason NFL games, so on the DVR tonight will be Lip Sync Battle, Sex&Drugs&Rock&Roll and Married. and i really would like to be drinking a victory beer while i'm watching those shows.

a big thank you to the postal service today for putting the packages right in front of the door so if i opened it from the inside i would have knocked some fragile shit down on the ground. i know you don't have to be a fucking genius to work there (my father being the perfect example), but if you moved them 5 inches to the left, they would be out of the way and in the fucking shade. oh what a fucking concept.

i will be on here tomorrow after Manchester United plays at Aston Villa. hopefully, i will be drinking while i'm writing this tomorrow.

that's all for me today. hopefully you are dealing with the dog days in a more productive way than i am. but if you're not, who gives a shit. if this is a race, we have already lost. might as well enjoy the struggle to the finish.

so on that uplifting note, go get drunk kids.

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:

FKA twigs - M3LL155X
The Lighthouse and the Whaler - Brothers Sampler

"For me, the cinema is not a slice of life, but a piece of cake." - Alfred Hitchcock

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

the mid week blues

it was cool enough here last night that i was able to sleep with the windows open. i would do that more often if the smell of shit didn't always somehow end up sneaking in. life in the sticks.

i thought this tribute to Robin Williams was the best one yet:

Tyrant was pretty damn good last night. always love a good coup episode.

Hard Knocks was good as well last night. more fake toughness from the Falcons.

tonight will be a big night of television. start off with Big Brother. then, the series finale of Wilfred. that's certainly one show i will miss. after that, one of my favorite shows, The Bridge.

on top of all that, the Yankees play tonight. this is a must win game. Pineda is pitching for the first time since April. hopefully he is ready for a big stretch run. if not, this team has literally no chance to make the playoffs.

the dream woman seems to be ignoring me ever since i couldn't help her with some money issues. gee, i wonder what i'm thinking...

i sent out 21 poems this morning... 3 each to Dead Snakes and The Camel Saloon, 4 to Hobo Camp Review, 5 to Horror Sleaze and Trash, and 6 to The Kitchen Poet. when i hear back from these places i'll pass along the verdicts.

i'd love to take one long nap today, but i don't think that's possible. i suppose i should just take a shower and see if that wakes me up.

i did catch part 1 of The Jim Norton Show with Rich Vos, Sherrod Small, and Dave Attell today on vice.com. can't wait for part 2 tomorrow.

that's all for today kids. i'll be around here sometime tomorrow.

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, love, hate mail, etc. be safe while you're stealing gasoline from other vehicles.

peace and chicken grease my enemies...

music:

John Prine - That's the Way That the World Goes Round (Live)
The Band of Heathens - Jackson Station
Chris Whitley - Big Sky Country
Joe Ely - The Road Goes On Forever (Live)
Steve Earle - Colorado Girl
Ryan Bingham - The Weary Kind

"Always make the audience suffer as much as possible." - Alfred Hitchcock

a lesson in self loathing

today was the epitome of wasting a day. i woke up this morning in a decent mood. got some sleep. the humidity has finally broken, so it was almost comfortable this morning. after about 20 minutes online, that's when the news got to me. one of the former loves of my life is back with the same piece of shit that would fuck her over and send her crying to me. instead of having the attitude of oh well, it became a shit on me day of what is wrong with me. it's funny, i think about what my friend Jack told me when i was 17. we were walking the streets of the Oregon District in downtown Dayton and he said that how i take things, so deeply personal and intensely, i could be nothing but a poet. i laughed at the time and here i am 20 years later a poet. congrats Jack, you were correct.

i know this is one of my bullshit processes that i go through during these moments in my life. sadly, i feel like the process is necessary as i'm 37 years old and single, with absolutely no possible relationship on the horizon (unless someone is planning on surprising me)(please). i also have had the misfortune to seriously consider suicide more times in my life than i have had a member of the opposite sex who wasn't related to me say "i love you" and actually mean it. way more. so this analytical bullshit tends to get me through all of this without injuring myself too badly.

so, spending five hours on the internet today shitting on myself while watching horrible porn is all part of the process. not necessarily healthy, but part of it. i know in a day or two, this will all be fuel to write with. i just wish the next two days of self loathing didn't need to happen. but, i look at it as the trade off for being a genius. i get to be fucked in the head. great.

off of my soapbox now...

the Yankees won last night, 2-1. first time they have won 2 games in a row in a month. hopefully tonight will be 3.

Monday Night Raw was excellent, mostly because of the segments involving CM Punk and Daniel Bryan. and RVD winning the battle royal.

i'm hoping the Yankees game is over by the time Hard Knocks comes on HBO this evening.

cat update:

my cat Tolstoy has reappeared. no visible signs of fighting or whatnot. also, while doing a little check of the boxes, igloos, etc. the cats sleep in, i found 2 kittens. probably no more than 2 weeks old at best. can't wait to tell mom that news. i pretty much know who the father is. the cat John Prine will fuck anything that moves. i don't know who the mother is. i guess i'll need to figure that out later this week.

that's all. i guess i should check my email now.

music:

Jason Isbell - Southeastern
Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

"I have a perfect cure for a sore throat: cut it." - Alfred Hitchcock

so there's a few good ones left after all

i want to start this off with a big fat THANK YOU to Russell over at The Camel Saloon for recommending a poem i sent him would be better off at Jellyfish Whispers. i can probably count on one hand the number of editors/publishers that have done that for me before. whenever i'm near your neck of the woods, the first round is on me my friend.

not exactly sure what my feelings are about the Yankees signing Derek Lowe. it's bad enough that my mind won't let the 2004 epic collapse ever go away, but to see a member of that Red Sox team wearing pinstripes makes my stomach turn a little. of course, if he wins a championship here like Damon did, i'll get over it.

big home stand this week for the Yankees. get some timely wins over Texas and Boston and that should help put the AL East to bed. struggle this week and the last 6 weeks of the season will be nail biting time.

another rather cool day here. the weather this summer has been totally bizarre. and each day i drive down the lane to get the paper and mail i try not to look at the corn. just too fucking depressing.

hoping to have another writing session sometime this week. i feel like i have some good ones coming given all the shit going on in the world. let alone going on with people i know. i need one of those couple of hours where i bust out 10-15 gems and my fall will be looking good.

i did catch a little of the closing ceremony of the Olympics last night. hadn't seen Fat Boy Slim in quite some time. when he popped up my mind quickly thought back to my drug filled teens/20's. good times.

music today:

The Chemical Brothers - dig your own hole
Metallica - Beyond Magnetic
Bon Iver - For Emma, Forever Ago
Placebo - Without You I'm Nothing

"Always make the audience suffer as much as possible." - Alfred Hitchcock