some miracles come out of nowhere

i was watching the NFL game last night and somewhere around the 3rd quarter, i started to panic. my fantasy football team needed points from the 49ers defense, who quite frankly weren't doing shit. so, i ran to the computer and checked the scores. i was 4 points behind. then, after a punt return i was .4 points behind. fast forward to the 4th quarter and i'm still trailing. the Falcons had just scored and looked like they were getting ready to score again. and i'm muttering to myself, i need an interception returned for a touchdown, over and over again. and right after i mumble that this is what i get for trusting a defense ran by some fuck from Michigan, my early Christmas miracle happens. an interception returned for a touchdown. i immediately ran to the computer to watch the score get updated. i won the game by 8 points or so. not bad when i was trailing by 13 to start the night. i'm really thankful my mother wasn't filming me as i was one of these over jubilant assholes acting nuts. i think she was more thankful that nothing was going to be destroyed now. so, i'll be in the finals of this league as well. first time in the decade plus i've been playing in multiple leagues that i have gone to the finals in 2 of them in the same year. hopefully i do a much better job in this final.

and to go from that elation to the good news from Nerve Cowboy today was simply amazing. and the poem they accepted is one of my recent favorites. i'll pimp that issue for sure when it comes out.

the New York Rangers did something last night that i'm not accustomed to this season; win 2 games in a row. a 2-1 shootout victory over Toronto. of course, the game never should have gone to overtime, but i'll gladly take the 2 points. it's very apparent the officials need some time off as well. here are the highlights:

i didn't watch much of Monday Night Raw at all last night. it was taped last week, so i already knew what was going to happen. i did like the news of Batista returning. that should make for some interesting story lines. plus, he returns on the Raw the day before my birthday.

not sure what i'm going to watch this evening. maybe A Christmas Story, maybe the college football game, hell, maybe i'll just write this evening away. i did have a little fun decorating my art set last night. a good place for some stickers. maybe i'll break out some of that and do some art tonight. given how fucking cold it is here, i might just sleep.

not sure what i'm going to do on Christmas day. i get the feeling mom and i might end up at Waffle House. that might make for some interesting poems. i do have planned what i'm going to put on this blog tomorrow. stay tuned.

wherever you are in the world, i hope you have a wonderful Christmas or whatever you choose to celebrate. be safe, be well, enjoy it.

try not to choke on the milk and cookies...

music:

Patrice O'Neal - Unreleased
Bettye LaVette - I've Got My Own Hell to Raise
Eurythmics - Ultimate Collection

"I come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage." - Erma Bombeck

i was hoping to avoid all of this

today was/is one of those days where my mind is in one of those really weird spaces. the daughter of the woman that molested me is getting married today. at the surface it's really no big deal to me. peel back the onion and then you enter the absolute mind fuck zone. i was hoping to avoid it, but i knew damn well, there is a prick asshole writer inside of me that loves this shit. so yeah, i wrote 4 poems today. and honestly, i think they are all really good. i got a feeling i might have a big submission or two going out in early July.

the Yankees managed to lose a 3-0 lead last night to lose 4-3. i of course didn't see any of the bad stuff as my sister had taken over the television and i didn't feel like taking my lazy fat ass to the other room or upstairs to watch the game. maybe if they were better this year... so i watched Dateline i think, or something like that. i was doing a word search so i wouldn't pick an argument. thankfully, the Yankees are blacked out for me tonight.

in my futile attempt to avoid my mind today, i watched a little tennis. i even rolled coins. to put it bluntly, nothing fucking worked.

i need to get in a nice long shower before the next round of storms hit.

not exactly sure what i'll be watching tonight other than ROH and Big Brother After Dark. i'm not exactly thrilled with the plan the powers that be in the house have for the first elimination. i can see the logic but sadly, i don't think these people have truly watched the show. you leave someone in the house after you had the chance to get rid of them and it will always come back to haunt you. and when that someone is production's little darling, i do hope they are ready to be fucked for the next few months.

a big thank you to Frontier Communications for the whole 5 days or so the internet actually worked decently. lets just say today it's back to being a big old piece of shit.

i may have some good news to share about my book, Sofisticated White Trash, in the coming days. fingers are crossed as it may involve a little exposure overseas.

if you happen to follow this blog via email, please shoot me an email and let me know. i want to see if i can do a little something for the hell i put you people through. besides, this rag has been around for more than a year now. much longer than i thought it would last.

a big sports day tomorrow with the Confederations Cup coming to an end and the NHL Draft. not sure when i will do a post. i want to give the new Showtime show Ray Donovan a chance. so i'm guessing it could be a late night rambler. besides, i do believe the Yankees are on Sunday Night Baseball as well. no sleep for the wicked...

that's all for today... peace and chicken grease.

music today:

Pearl Jam - 5/9/10 Cleveland, Ohio
Black Sabbath - 13
Prodigy - The Fat Of The Land

"Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving." - Erma Bombeck