a good day to drink yourself blind

i nearly got everything i wanted last night at the First Four. both games were very competitive and came down to the closing minutes. what i didn't get was a Michigan loss. that would have made the night perfect considering the first 3 rows in the section next to me were the parents of the Michigan players. we had seats in the front row of our section. i don't mind them, especially since my eyes are right at ass level of most people walking by. that gives my imagination plenty to do. what fucking sucks is most people don't watch or give a shit that you might be sitting there. a lady, or better yet, a cunt that was a Michigan fan put her high heels right into my big toe. not a fucking i'm sorry or excuse me or anything. mom could tell i was still pissed after the game. she asked why didn't i say anything. i told her because i was going to kill the bitch. i for once would like to be rewarded for my restraint for not killing everyone on this fucking planet. thankfully, the toe wasn't broken. it will probably bruise nicely.

congrats to Holy Cross for their first win in the tournament since 1953. as for Michigan, please remember you are a football school and nothing more.

after Waffle House, i got home in time to watch the New York Rangers win at Anaheim, 2-1. thank you Kevin Klein for that victory beer. they play at Los Angeles tonight.

Lucha Underground was great last night. for me, it is the perfect alternative to WWE.

NXT was really good as well. i watched that this morning. i can't wait to see Sami Zayn take on Shinsuke Nakamura on WrestleMania weekend. that should be fucking amazing.

enjoy some music kids:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be WWE Smackdown and Baskets.

when Manchester United scored first today, i had hopes that they could pull off the miracle. when Liverpool got a goal right before halftime, i knew that this was going to become shit from my nightmares. i'm not sure if LVG truly understands the embarrassment he should feel for getting knocked out of the Europa League by Liverpool. you know, just your biggest fucking rival, that's all. what killed me even more, when the asshole knew we needed goals, that clueless dipshit was bringing on defenders. if he had a decent bone in his body, he'd resign tonight. or better, kill himself. of course, his ego will keep him above it all, fucking asshole. to put the final nail in the coffin for this season, Manchester United next plays at Manchester City. fuck me.

so, as you might imagine, this isn't one of my favorite St. Patrick's Days. everything tends to taste like shit at the moment.

as for my brackets, i've already lost one sweet sixteen team, so it's basically like every year around this time.

i typed up the 6 poems i wrote the other day this afternoon. i think a couple of them are really good.

the Dayton Flyers play tomorrow against Syracuse. i'll probably get to watch most of the first half before i have to take mom to another physical therapy appointment. god willing, they will be winning while i'm not watching. it won't be an easy game, i know that for sure.

i'll be on here sometime in the afternoon, hopefully happier than i can believe. i really don't care how Dayton wins, it's March, survive and advance.

that's all for me today. i hope everyone had a better day than i did.

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 Pogues - The Very Best Of The Pogues

"I do get cynical, but what can you do? It doesn't make any difference." - Kurt Russell

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

where does the time go

i figured i better do one of these again before the world forgets that this blog actually exists. i still am in the process of moving. most of my shit is over here. mom has procrastinated to the point where our furniture will arrive on March 23rd. we have been able to get some of the furniture over in the SUV, so it somewhat feels like a house. the weather hasn't helped much at all.

as for me personally, my shoulder is getting better. i don't feel the pinch as often these days. my right ankle is brutal right now. arthritis (at least i hope that's what it is) is killing me in that ankle. i go to the doctor in a few weeks for my 3 month checkup. that should be an interesting visit.

i am in the playoffs for fantasy hockey at the moment. of course, my team is dealing with injuries, as usual.

the New York Rangers have been playing amazing hockey without The King. to be first in the entire league is truly fucking amazing at this point.

the Dayton Flyers got totally fucking hosed by the selection committee for the NCAA tournament. they were the last team in even though there were a handful of teams that they are absolutely better than. so to turn around and play in the First Four is fucking ridiculous. to find out that if they didn't make it to the finals of the A10 tourney and they wouldn't have been in the field at all is truly fucking ridiculous. at least i'll get to see them play tomorrow. they play Boise State. if they win, they get to play Providence in Columbus on Friday. that would make 5 games in 7 days for them. all with 7 fucking players.

i did fill out a few brackets. i think i have Kentucky winning it all on most of them.

i did write my first poems since i moved. i think they are pretty good. i will get around to sending them out in a few weeks. between trying to move shit each day and take care of the cats, helping my mom and then battling a true lack of sleep, unless i'm typing at 3 in the morning, i simply have no time for submissions at this moment.

i did find it comforting that a guy down the road was cleaning his motorcycles over the weekend blasting Black Sabbath. at least not everyone on this cul-de-sac is on the verge of death.

i've had to get some new bird feeders to battle the fucking squirrels over here. these flying rats are everywhere.

the hockey games that we had tickets to are over. my sister is toying with the idea of getting some tickets for next season. the kicker though is she will be in Africa for a month. so, i doubt that we'll get tickets next season.

here are the basketball games i'll be watching in person today and tomorrow:
Manhattan vs. Hampton and Ole Miss vs. BYU
North Florida vs. Robert Morris and Boise St. vs. Dayton

seeing that the late games don't start until 9 PM each night, i'll be fucking tired beyond belief these next two days. but, as long as i get to see Dayton stick it to the selection committee and win on Wednesday, i'll be fine.

thank god i do have a DVR now. as you might imagine, i'm recording fucking everything. it's made my life much less stressful.

the series ending episode of The Jinx was fucking awesome. i saved it on the DVR as i'll watch that over and over.

once i get a little more settled and back in the swing of things, i'll take some pictures of the new place and show everyone just how fucking packed my room actually is. once i get everything up on the wall, i'll basically be the sociopath that some actually believe i am.

that's all for me today. i hope everyone is doing well. happy St. Patrick's Day to all my drunk friends out there.

i'll probably get back to doing this everyday once the baseball season starts going.

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:

basically, whatever is FREE on iTunes this week or do yourself a favor, and go to NoiseTrade and find some great FREE music.

"If I see one side of somebody, I want to see the other side." - Kurt Russell

please use my new address for any correspondence. i'll still get mail at the po box for a little while, but eventually it's all going to come to the house. so, for all you stalkers out there, here's your lucky day.

J.J. Campbell
51 Urban Ln.
Brookville, Ohio 45309

i did get some sweet ass new business cards. i'll be sending those out soon.