the usual aches and pains

today was one of those days that i fell into the cycle of the aches and pains that potential pop up showers always bring when around. the humidity the last few days has been fucking unbearable. thank god the air conditioning works.

i think i know which poem i will be doing for my next SoundCloud recording. look for that in the next day or so.

Deadliest Catch last night was pretty interesting. there's no way i could do that job in the winter.

i also watched Maya & Marty last night. it was much better than i expected.

the New York Yankees wasted some more good starting pitching last night, losing 4-1. the fucking offense is going m.i.a. once again. fucking figures. they will try to avoid the sweep tonight.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Lucha Underground. i'll watch NXT on WWE Network later tonight.

i did listen to the latest Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast today. the interview with Rey Mysterio was excellent.

you can check it out by going here: http://www.stitcher.com/podcast/not-sam/sam-roberts-wrestling-podcast?refid=stpr

i watched W. Kamau Bell's stand up special, Semi-Prominent Negro, last night on Showtime. very fucking funny.

that's all for me today kids. i hope this finds you with something cold to drink or shoot between the eyes.

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:

Cold War Kids - First
K's Choice - Not an Addict
Trixie Whitley - Breathe You In My Dreams (Live)
Johnny Paycheck - Old Violin

"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring." - Marilyn Monroe

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

what to do when odd phrases hit you at 2 in the morning while taking a piss

welcome to the 24th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm shining a light on the poet Paul Tristram. i have become aware of Paul's work in the last few years and i am very impressed. hopefully in the next few links, you'll find something you enjoy as well:
http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/
https://youronephonecall.wordpress.com/2015/04/24/the-wooden-pillowed-hotel-by-paul-tristram/
http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2015/04/paul-tristram-three-poems_12.html
http://www.horrorsleazetrash.com/poetry/paul-tristram-8/
http://poppyroadreview.blogspot.com/2015/02/a-strange-day-living-without-you-again.html

while on the topic of poetry, the title of this blog represents exactly what happened to me last night. i would mention what the phrase was but i won't. you can read it when the poem gets published. i ended up writing 3 poems last night/this morning. i really like them after i typed them up. i will probably squeeze out a submission here in the next few days.

mom and i took another load of shit to Goodwill today. slowly but surely, the garage and farm are getting cleaned out. tomorrow morning i have to drive down south of town and have 9 boxes of papers get shredded. that will certainly clean some more room out.

the shows last night were excellent. The Big Bang Theory was very good. Lip Sync Battle was ok, although i couldn't help but laugh at Mike Tyson:

The Comedians was fucking hilarious last night. i think that was the best show so far. Louie was uncomfortable. that isn't a bad thing. i love that Louie does a show that doesn't have you laugh at every fucking second.

and then this made me laugh:

the New York Yankees start a series at home tonight with the Mets. i would be watching all of it, but a certain hockey team is playing tonight.

the New York Rangers have a chance tonight to close out the Penguins. i'm hoping they take advantage of this chance tonight and get it done. if they do, it will be in the exact number of games i picked before the playoffs started, 5. that will have nearly all of my attention tonight.

that's all for me today. i hope everyone has a wonderful weekend planned. it's going to fucking rain here, so no wonderful in the forecast for me anytime soon.

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:

Arcade Fire - Wake Up
Kevin Garrett - Coloring (* FREE on iTunes)
Young Summer - Blood Love
K's Choice - Not an Addict
Kings of Leon - Cold Desert

"A person who knows how to laugh at himself will never ceased to be amused." - Shirley MacLaine

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

one day the sun will rise again...

i felt like i did the right thing yesterday by waiting to leave for the hockey game. and for the first 5 minutes of the drive, i was right. and then it started to rain. and rain, and rain some more. it rained all the way to my sister's condo. and then it rained all the way to the arena. thankfully, my sister knows her way around Columbus. we avoided most of the traffic and got to the arena in plenty of time for the game. more on the game in a bit.

it rained for about 1/3 of the drive home last night. and it has rained on and off all day long here. to say i'm a bit gloomy and in pain would be an understatement. though, i did achieve a bit of joy by shooting my load into the middle of my chest earlier today. enjoy that visual as you read the rest of this.

the Blue Jackets lost to Dallas 4-2. i had a pretty good time, mostly because the 2 goals Columbus scored were by the guy on my fantasy team. though, my mood went to shit in the third period as i noticed the scoreboard and what was happening in the Rangers game. more on that in a moment. the next game we go to is on Friday. they are playing Calgary. i'll have fantasy interests on both of the teams that night. i did get to feel like i knew what i was talking about when i was telling my sister about the best players on Dallas. they scored all 4 of the goals.

the Rangers lost to the Islanders 6-3. thank fucking god i didn't watch that shit. Rick Nash scored 2 more goals, so that's really helping my fantasy team. but my goalie is fucking killing me. i know he starts off every season a bit slow... but giving up 6 goals in back to back games is a bit much. of course, after reading the game reports, his defense is doing him no favors. they play again on Thursday. maybe they will get a fucking win.

i watched a bit of The Voice on YouTube today. once again, none of the battles really blew me away. hopefully the good shit comes next week.

we ate at Waffle House last night around midnight. i felt sorry for the black woman working there. the town we live in has hardly any minorities. and the two white cooks weren't saying a fucking word to her. not even boring work chit chat. if i wasn't so fucking hungry i would have whipped out the charm... but the weather is doing me no favors.

i'll be watching a little hockey tonight, maybe some baseball, and eventually American Horror Story. that will get over in time for me to flip over to Foo Fighters week on Letterman.

i got most of the guys i wanted in fantasy football. now, i will have to come up with a plan to beat two opponents that are way better than me. hell, one is still undefeated. i have a feeling i'm going to come up short this week. hopefully my picks are good. i'm on a bit of a hot streak with those.

i'd like to go through my file of unpublished poems tomorrow and figure out what i'm going to send where. i'm hoping to send out some more submissions next week sometime.

that's all for me today. hope the weather is better wherever the fuck you may be. 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:

Cage The Elephant - Come a Little Closer
Morphine - You Look Like Rain
The Glitch Mob - Can't Kill Us
The Velvet Underground - Pale Blue Eyes
K's Choice - Not an Addict

"Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man." - Friedrich Nietzsche

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

bring on the pain

when i hear rain on the metal roof of the house when i'm falling asleep, i know i'm going to at least get a few hours. when i hear it when i first wake up in the morning, i know a day of misery is ahead of me. but, bring on the pain as the crops are desperate for a good drink. so far, it's been a slow drizzle with a little thunder. as long as it doesn't get crazy, this is exactly what the crops need today.

the Yankees fell behind last night, took the lead, and then, yes, you guessed it, pissed away another game against Houston, 5-2. this team plays down to its competition and has paid for it all season long. they play early this afternoon. hopefully the game puts me to sleep or the satellite feed goes out.

Big Brother was pretty good last night. sadly, it looks like Zach is going to get the boot tonight. but, hopefully in the latest twist, he comes back into the house right after eviction. if not, all i hope is that somehow that fucking sociopath Frankie doesn't win.

Brew Dogs was really good last night. they made a beer in New Orleans. i really need to get to that town at some point in my life. although, chances are, i won't leave.

The Bridge was spectacular last night. this season isn't as good as the first one was but it is as close as you can get to being as good. i love the small world feel as the characters are getting closer and closer to being intertwined. i can't wait for next week.

also tonight, i'll be watching Married and You're The Worst on FX.

the New York Rangers surprised me yesterday by winning the Kevin Hayes sweepstakes. he should fit in quite nicely with how AV wants the guys to play.

i figure i might flip over to FXX sometime in the next 12 days for The Simpsons marathon. that's one of the myriad of shows that i never really got into over my 38 years on earth.

that's all for today kids. 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 my enemies...

music:

The Devil Makes Three - Old Number Seven
Matthew Sweet - The Ugly Truth
Cocorosie - Werewolf
Ryan Bingham - Until I'm One with You
Joe Nichols - Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off
K's Choice - Not an Addict
Grace Potter - I Shall Be Released (Live)

"I don't want to look back. I want to keep going forward, I still have something to say to people." - Joe Strummer

from the bottom of hell to the top of the damn mountain

before i take all of you on a fucking rollercoaster, here are your links for national poetry month:

http://democratherald.com/news/local/article_29976f96-3610-5145-af2a-09bf9a93dabc.html
http://miami.cbslocal.com/2014/04/26/local-artists-poetry-to-be-embedded-in-key-west-sidewalks/
http://www.ny1.com/content/news/207656/poetry-getting-in-motion-this-weekend-at-grand-central
http://www.cnn.com/2014/04/26/opinion/burt-poetry-spring

last night was one of those sports nights from hell. the Yankees got the living shit beat out of them, 13-1. then, the New York Rangers lost game 4 of their playoff series 2-1. to say i was a little pissed last night would be a huge understatement. thankfully, i found some tunes on iTunes to change my mood and i was able to get some sleep.

thankfully, today has been much, MUCH better. Manchester United looked like the United of old, especially in the second half, winning 4-0. it was a little emotional watching Ryan Giggs walk out in a suit to manage the team. and i did feel a great bit of pride when they won. watching 4 of the lads from the Class of 1992 walk off together as winners was awesome to see. hopefully the last 3 games of the season can be just the same.

after that, i caught a great deal of the New York Yankees winning 4-3. it was great to see the bullpen come through big time today. hopefully they can win the series tomorrow night.

a big thank you to my friend Michelle for stopping by today. it was so nice to finally meet you. and i do hope you enjoy the broadsides.

took my mother to the store to get our drugs and some other things we needed. i'm a little concerned with how drained she gets by just doing little, simple things. hopefully this will get better with time. i don't think any of us thought the surgery would take this much out of her.

as for tonight, not sure what i'll be watching. i do know i have a few victory beers to drink. and i think i might break out the rum as well. fuck, might as well. i've got one more load of my mother's clothes to fold and then i need to figure out what we're having for dinner. my best guess is the pizza in the freezer. that should go well with the beer.

i suppose i will be on here in the afternoon tomorrow. i know the Rangers play at noon in a MUST win game, so probably after that i'll be on here with the joy of winning or the agony of defeat.

be well my enemies. hope all of you are having a great weekend. make sure you get that new issue of Nerve Cowboy, #36. it is a great one.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Barbarian Overlords - The Harvester
K's Choice - Not An Addict
The Crystal Method - Busy Child
Portishead - Glory Box
Grouplove - Ways To Go
Muddy Waters - Champagne & Reefer (Live)
Testament - Return to Serenity

"I liked myself better when I wasn't me." - Carol Burnett