the toilet of my life

today was one of those days when you look in the toilet and say wow, what the fuck did i eat? it's felt like my entire intestines were coming out at times today. i suppose i should be concerned, but that would imply i actually want to live for a long time. no blood, no foul. though i will be taking a nice long shower once i get done writing this.

as i watched Monday Night Raw last night, i could actually tell that the show would be so much better if it was back to being only 2 hours long. the first match of the night was great. the main event was good, almost great. imagine if you took out all the stupid filler and just had wrestling. that could easily fill 100 minutes. 20 minutes of commercials and there you go. even the crowd last night was dead by the end. and that shouldn't happen in any match that involves AJ Styles.

The Voice was good last night, although only a few of the performances really blew me away. i think i know who is going home tonight (Daniel, team Pharrell) but i've been wrong before.

Gotham was spectacular last night. only 3 more episodes left in the season i believe. i smell a cliffhanger coming.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Voice and Deadliest Catch.

the New York Yankees start a series in Baltimore tonight. i figure this long ass losing streak has to stop some time. hopefully tonight.

i got some great FREE music at NoiseTrade today. i'll put the links in the music section.

my uncle is back in the hospital. no one bothered to tell him with a fucked up colon, he shouldn't really try eating big meals. so, of course, he started feeling better and started to eat again. sure enough, his body couldn't process the food good enough. colon backs up, vomit and diarrhea... good times. at least they got him to the hospital instead of waiting like they have before.

well, the trash is ready to go out and i certainly need a shower, so that's all for me kids.

take it easy and then take it again.

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:

Matthew Mayfield - The Live EP
Rod Melancon - LA 14

"The wise man does at once what the fool does finally." - Niccolo Machiavelli

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

signs of life

the sun is actually out today and the rumor is it actually hit 40 degrees. i wouldn't know of course, as i have spent the majority of my day in my room. the life of a poet, so fucking fascinating.

i sent out 14 poems today; 3 to Dead Snakes, 5 to Horror Sleaze Trash and 6 to Bad Acid Laboratories. when i hear back from these places i will pass on the verdicts.

about halfway through the finale of American Horror Story last night, i was thinking what the fuck is this? but, just when i thought it was going to be shit, here comes a wonderful murder scene set to a Marianne Faithfull song. perfection. i really enjoyed the finale from that part on. i'm interested to see where the series goes next.

NXT was really good last night. i didn't agree with all the award winners, but i don't think there could be a "bad" choice in any of the categories. i did enjoy the women's battle royal. it should be interesting to see best friends go against each other in Carmella vs. Bayley. plus, i can't wait to see Sami Zayn and Samoa Joe go at it.

enjoy some music kids:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Big Bang Theory, Life in Pieces, WWE Smackdown and Lip Sync Battle.

i got some great FREE music on NoiseTrade today. i'll put the link below in the music section.

i did listen to Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast late last night. i highly recommend it.

i will probably be on here early tomorrow as i figure mom and i are going to try to go to the Dayton Flyers game tomorrow night. of course, if we don't, the game is on ESPN2.

i hope the sunshine was out today in your neck of the woods. unlike me though, i hope you actually got out and enjoyed it.

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:

Matthew Mayfield - Wild Eyes Unplugged EP
Marianne Faithfull - The Ballad of Lucy Jordan
Matthew Sweet - Sick Of Myself

"I am the character you are not supposed to like." - Alan Rickman (February 21, 1946 - January 14, 2016)

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

just how i pictured the weekend would start

went to my favorite sports bar last night, i am now paying for it on the toilet today. lovely.

the Yankees won last night with some good pitching (David Phelps, who of course took a line drive off his forearm, thankfully not broken) and some timely offense to win 9-4. sadly, Curtis Granderson got injured again, this time breaking his pinky finger on his left hand. just 11 fucking days since he came back from a broken right arm. fuck me. they play again tonight against a pitcher they have had little success against. i don't think i'll watch much.

it's a big sports day today. the Champions League final comes up here in a few hours. i'm rooting for Dortmund but i don't feel very confident in that. the New York Rangers play a MUST WIN game 5 not long after the Champions League match is over. then the Yankees game, some other playoff basketball and hockey, and then finish my night off with a little Ring Of Honor.

that is if i don't spend the rest of the day on the toilet.

i hope everyone enjoys the YouTube videos. if you do, pass them along, tell a friend, BUY THE BOOK, tell others to buy the book, etc. etc.

that's all for today. be well and piss someone off you don't like.

music today:

Lucero - 1372 Overton Park
Matthew Mayfield - A Banquet For Ghosts

"Adopt the pace of nature; her secret is patience." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

what a weekend

went to see the Dayton Flyers play their first exhibition of the college basketball season. a nice win by 19 points. better than i expected, especially given all the recent distractions. one name to remember, Jalen Robinson. kid has all the making of the real deal.

got home from there in time to watch Ohio State play football at Penn State. a total shit show in the first half that filled me with dread. then, they finally let Braxton Miller take over and just like that, a relatively easy victory going away. never gets old seeing 100,000 assholes dressed in white sit quietly on the verge of tears. makes the victory beer that much sweeter.

started off Sunday filling out my fantasy football rosters, thinking i had a good chance on 2 of 3 of them. sure enough, looks like i will win 2 of the 3 regardless of what happens tonight. that out of the way, i could devote all my attention to Manchester United at Chelsea. when Man U went up 2-0 early, i was gleeful but nervous. early in the second half when Chelsea tied it up, i was near panic. but a good panic as this team usually loves drama much more than i care for. thanks to a deserved red card and then a gift red card, enter Chicharito and a lovely, albeit offside goal for the winner. do i really give a shit that Man U got nearly every call in the game? NO. do i care that it was the first Premier League win there in a decade? FUCK YES. the defense is total shit and has to improve. but, thank god for RvP. i get the feeling as long as he stays healthy he will be bailing this team out again and again. worth every fucking penny.

another night ahead with the need for the Elvis wall of televisions. The Voice, Monday Night Raw (i'm very interested in seeing where the CM Punk story line goes from here), Monday Night Football, and endless storm coverage. all if the power doesn't go out as we are getting a pretty consistent wind from the farthest reaches of hurricane Sandy. nothing like a day without any sun and a wind that makes it feel like it's 20 degrees outside. fun, so much fucking fun.

thoughts and prayers or whatever helps and works to all my friends on the east coast.

music today:

Van Morrison - Astral Weeks
Matthew Mayfield - A Banquet for Ghosts
Cowboy Junkies - Studio: Selected Studio Recordings 1986-1995

"The sincere friends of this world are as ship lights in the stormiest of nights." - Giotto di Bondone

long live Chicharito

when i found out this morning i didn't win shit even though i picked all the NFL games correctly last week, i was a bit pissed. i missed the Sunday night score by 4 points (i had the Steelers score correct, and , as per usual, the Bengals let me down once again). being poor, only making money from doing surveys, the charity of my friends, and selling used shit and the occasional book, this was a bit of a letdown.

given that news, i sit down this afternoon to watch Manchester United in Champions League play. as usual, they give up a goal early. no biggie. 20 minutes in and they give up the next one. now, my usual bitter asshole tendencies come out. but only for 5 minutes, as Chicharito scores to cut it to 2-1. in the second half, Jonny Evans, who somehow has turned into a goal machine, ties the game at 2. then in the 75th minute (or somewhere around there) Cleverley pulls out one hell of a cross to Chicharito for the eventual game winner. winning this way never gets old. falling behind early certainly does. but, when you rest 2 of the usual 4 defenders, you run the risk of shit happening. HUGE game this Sunday with Chelsea. to say my attention will be not completely on the NFL this Sunday will be a gross understatement. lose at Chelsea and the league might as well be a lost cause. of course, i've thought this before and they have proved me wrong. but that was the days when they had great defenders. those days are sadly gone.

after The Voice tonight, i have no clue what i'll be watching. i'm sure i'll find something. probably music related. or history. or food. or college football with 2 teams i don't know. could be an early sleep night.

music today:

Matthew Mayfield - A Banquet for Ghosts
Grouplove - Never Trust a Happy Song

"Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes." - Walt Whitman