blowing smoke...

i watched a little of the NFL press conference this afternoon. i truly loved that the players were roasting the commissioner on Twitter as the press conference was going on. it was a complete waste of time watching some asshole blow smoke up everyone's ass hoping that all the problems of the league would get lost in the fog. hopefully the calls for him to resign get louder now. this is what happens when you get so damn rich that you don't understand how the rest of the world works, let alone, thinks. pathetic.

i heard back from Jeremiah yesterday on my poetry submission to Fuck Art, Let's Dance. they decided to pass on this submission.

while we're on the topic of poetry, i wrote 2 new poems last night. i typed them up this afternoon. i think they are pretty good. i have enough poems for another round of submissions in the next week or so. i haven't decided where those are going yet.

the NFL game last night was a blowout, so i didn't bother with much of it. the college game was ok, but most of my night was spent on baseball.

the Yankees won last night 3-2 in a walkoff in the bottom of the ninth. it never should have gotten to that, but, ego is the worst enemy of a pitcher sometimes. Jeter was up to his old tricks, hitting his first home run at the stadium in over a year. i have a feeling he's going to pull out all the stops on this last home stand. they play again tonight. given who they are facing, they should win.

Married and You're the Worst were both really good last night. Married really got better as the season went on. You're the Worst has been excellent right from the start. hopefully both of them come back for another season.

tonight i'll be watching the new episode of Big Brother. other than that, i'll be thinking of the other places i'd like to be. Shrug is playing their 20th anniversary show tonight. i'd love to go, but i have no money. the high school i graduated from is playing the rich white kids tonight in a rare matchup of two recent state powers. that would be a fun one to go to.

i actually shaved and showered today for the first time since we got all the water problems figured out. what a fucking difference. i almost got knocked over in the shower with the water pressure. enjoy that visual.

had the pleasure of watching this lovely black woman cum this afternoon while riding a dildo like she was in the rodeo. that should make for an interesting poem.

i'll be back on here sometime in the morning tomorrow. Ohio State is off this weekend, so i can sit back and just watch the games with no emotional attachment to them. thank god i quit gambling.

hope everyone has a great weekend. 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:

Shrug - Everything's Blowing Up Roses
Leonard Cohen - Various Positions
Valerie June - Pushin' Against A Stone

"Don't keep reaching for the stars because you'll just look like an idiot stretching that way for no reason." - Jimmy Fallon

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

high society

my poem "high society" has been published in the 6th issue of Fuck Art, Let's Dance. you can find the issue by going here: http://www.nostroviatowriting.com/runt-raccoon-revolution.html

response from Fuck Art, Let's Dance

i heard back from Jeremiah at Fuck Art, Let's Dance on my poetry submission from back in June. my poem "high society" has been accepted for publication in the 6th issue of Fuck Art, Let's Dance. the issue is due out September 1st.

not a good night

you might wonder what i'm doing awake at this hour... i decided to take out my anger on some typing. so, let me go ahead and apologize to the editors for the inevitable fuck ups that are most likely involved.

the New York Rangers blew a 2 goal lead and lost 3-2 in OT. i'm really hoping this doesn't come back to haunt them.

the Yankees blew a 4 run lead and lost 7-4. midway through the game it was announced that Don Zimmer died. that made the post game like a wake.

needless to say, my evening kept going from bad to worse.

i sent out 21 poems over the course of the last 2 hours... 2 to BoySlut. 3 each to Dead Snakes, The Camel Saloon, and Fuck Art, Let's Dance. and 5 each to Regardless of Authority and Zygote in My Coffee. when i hear back from these places i will pass along the verdicts.

the Yankees play later today, in the afternoon. Tanaka is pitching, so they might actually have a chance to win. i'll be back on here after that.

now i'm off to try to get some sleep and not toss and turn and wonder what if...