last night took a few years off my life...

the problem with being a passionate sports fan is you will have nights where not only does your heart get broken, it gets ripped out, trampled on, and then smothered in shit.

last night was one of those nights.

but, before i get to that, let me get the poetry news out of the way. i sent out 8 poems today; 3 to Dead Snakes and 5 to Your One Phone Call. when i hear back from these places i will pass on the verdict.

The Big Bang Theory was good last night. thankfully, it gave me a little laughter in a night of frustration and yelling.

the Dayton Flyers lost at UMass last night, 66-64. they missed way too many free throws and 3's in this game. just make a few more and they win this easy. my fear is they are running on fumes from having only 7 players basically. their next game is on Sunday at home, which mother nature might be forcing me to miss. more on that later.

the New York Rangers lost to Montreal last night, 1-0. King Henrik gave up a soft goal late in the 3rd that was the difference. my hope is a shitty Carolina team is the cure for the sudden lack of goal scoring since the All-Star break. that game is tomorrow night.

both of those games finished before 10 last night. for about 90 minutes after the games, i simply played music and fumed while on the computer. i'm pretty sure last night took a few years out of me. i'm also sure, in my younger days, i would have been breaking shit.

so i guess i have matured.

mom and i went out today to get some paint samples for the new house. i think the colors she picked out are going to work. we also had to get some cat food and bird food. i figured it was best to get it now with the impending weather.

the snow is supposed to start late Saturday night. it's supposed to end sometime on Sunday night, Super Bowl Sunday. i've seen that we might end up with 4 to 7 inches, and i've also seen that we might end up with a foot of snow. needless to say, any amount over 4 and i'm pretty much snowed in for the weekend. so, we got most of the mad scrambling done before tomorrow morning comes. most of the procrastinators around here didn't.

if we do get a ton of snow, i'll try to get some pictures to post on here.

i'm not sure what i'm going to be watching tonight. maybe some pro wrestling, maybe some Food Network, maybe some Treehouse Masters, maybe nothing at all.

i will probably be on here tomorrow after the Manchester United game. hopefully they will give me the chance to have a victory beer.

i guess being a disciplined alcoholic is my real problem.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. i hope the weather is better where you are. 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:

Soul Coughing - Super Bon Bon
Exitmusic - The Cold
Arcade Fire - Wake Up
Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy
Justin Townes Earle - Racing in the Street

"It's strange how the simple things in life go on while we become more difficult." - Richard Brautigan

a glimpse into my future

let's start off today with a little poetry update. i did do a little writing late last night. i typed up those 3 poems this morning and i really like them. i held one back for submission later, but the other 2 went out today. i sent out 6 poems today, 3 each to Dead Snakes and The Camel Saloon. when i hear back from those places, i will pass along the verdicts. i'm pretty sure those are my last submissions for 2014. hopefully i go out on a high.

well, my mom and sister now own our new house in Brookville. so, it looks like my 17+ years of farm life will be coming to an end soon. it will be a culture shock, that's for sure. we went over to the new house and set up some lights to come on and off at certain times. not that the crime rate is high where we're moving. while we were there, there was a knock at the door. both my mother and sister wanted me to get it, but i decided not to. they both figured it was my uncle, who lives next door. i had a feeling, mostly because i know god hates me, that it wasn't him. sure enough, it was the cousin that molested me. to say that this house is going to be the death of me is not that bold of a claim. i was happy to see that the door on my new bedroom has a lock on it. it will get used. of course, my feet hang off of the bed in there. the woman that lived there must have been shorter than short. it will certainly take some getting used to. i think we'll start moving stuff in after Christmas.

i just really flipped through the channels last night on television. i did try to watch some of The Colbert Report series finale last night. that was great. i know tonight is the final show of Craig Ferguson's run on The Late Late Show. i've really become a fan of the show over the last few years. that should be a weird and great finale as well. also, i will have to watch Letterman tonight to see the final Lone Ranger story and Darlene Love singing Christmas (Baby Please Come Home). i think tonight will be one of those nights i really feel old. i certainly felt old when this video came out the other day:

i suppose most of what else i watch tonight will depend on what my sister wants to watch. i have no sports teams going tonight, so i'll hand over the remote. at least for tonight.

the New York Yankees made a couple of trades today. they got a little younger but lost some versatility. but, that also means that some young guys are going to get a chance to make the team in spring training. i do like the sound of that.

that's all for me today. i will probably be on here tomorrow afternoon, most likely after the Manchester United game.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. get your last minute shopping done. and just in case you don't get to read this blog in the coming days, i do hope that everyone has a wonderful Christmas or whatever you fucking celebrate this time of year.

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
Muddy Waters - Mannish Boy
Gary Jules - Mad World
Butthole Surfers - Pepper
Sonic Youth - The Diamond Sea

"Punctuality is the virtue of the bored." - Evelyn Waugh