the sun will come back someday i guess

today was yet another cloudy, rainy, gloomy day. perfect for a poet, if that poet wasn't riddled with arthritis.

i did send out 27 poems today; 6 to ZYX, 5 each to Otoliths, Shot Glass Journal and Synchronized Chaos, 3 each to The Beatnik Cowboy and Bluepepper. when i hear back from these places (i've already heard back good news from Synchronized Chaos) i will post the verdicts.

the New York Yankees held on for a 3-2 victory yesterday over Tampa. the Yankees start a series tonight at home against Baltimore. they are 3 1/2 games behind Boston in the division.

Mr. Mercedes was excellent last night.

Big Brother went as i expected last night. Alex was evicted. Paul is the new HOH. i believe he also won the POV, so Christmas will evict the next house guest. that will probably be Kevin. Paul has already said he wants to take Josh to the final 2. hopefully that plan blows up in his face.

You're the Worst was great last night.

Total Bellas was pretty damn funny last night.

Lucha Underground was celebrating its 100th episode last night. i would say about 95 out of the 100 have been excellent.

NXT was really good last night.

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on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Big Brother, The Chris Gethard Show, Better Things and Fuck, That's Delicious Classics.

i did listen to the latest Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast today. you can find that by going here:
http://notsam.com/wrestlingpodcast/2017/9/14/wrestling-podcast-151-cfo

i made a little trip over to Meijer today after i went to the post office. i needed some picture frames (on sale) and a few odds and ends and mom was low on Diet Coke (on sale). so, i figure i would get that today while i was out. i know how the drug fiends get when they are going without.

i need to go to the grocery store tomorrow, so i will probably be on here after that.

i believe the fucking sun is supposed to come out tomorrow. it would be nice if the weekend was at least fucking bearable here.

until tomorrow my friends.

ir a tomar una copa al borde del mundo y sonreír

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:

Husker Du - Hardly Getting Over It
Widowspeak - When I Tried
Prophets of Rage - Unfuck the World
Ice Cube - It Was a Good Day (Remix)

"Don't become a mere recorder of facts, but try to penetrate the mystery of their origin." - Ivan Pavlov

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back to the grind

i guess the joy of not sleeping much is the days simply bleed together and a Monday isn't a big fucking deal because it just feels like any other day.

i heard back from Shot Glass Journal on my poetry submission from back in February. they have decided to pass on the 5 poems i sent. oh well. welcome to the life of a poet. good news on 6 poems the day before and bad news on 5 today. if i was an optimist, i would say well, at least i'm ahead. but i'm not.

the New York Yankees pissed away more good pitching yesterday by leaving a small village on base. after a rain delay, the Orioles got the only big hit of the game and that was the difference. a 3-1 loss that gave them a losing road trip. of course, if they would have won, they only would have been 5-5 on the trip. i'm not one to celebrate mediocrity. they start a home stand tonight against the Angels.

i didn't watch any of the NBA game last night. judging from the highlights, i didn't miss much.

the Copa America yesterday was much better than the day before. Venezuela upset Jamaica 1-0. and Mexico beat Uruguay 3-1 in a crazy fucking game. i felt bad for Uruguay. they played the wrong national anthem for them before the game. Uruguay scored the first goal for Mexico. and then they got a guy sent off before the end of the first half. they showed amazing character getting the game back even at 1. but, as much as i hate to say this, i think Mexico is probably the team to beat in the tournament. they are fucking loaded.

the games tonight are Panama vs. Bolivia and then the main event, Argentina vs. Chile. i might even have to turn off wrestling to watch that one.

the Sunday night shows were excellent. House of Lies was great. i can't wait to see what happens in the series finale next week. Silicon Valley was excellent. Veep was fucking funny. Penny Dreadful was great and had a damn good ending once again. and finally, Last Week Tonight was brilliant as always.

enjoy some music:

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tonight will be a clusterfuck of sorts on television. i'll be bouncing between Monday Night Raw, the Copa America games, game 4 of the Stanley Cup Final and season 2 of Swerved on WWE Network.

i did listen to the latest Sam & Cathy podcast today. excellent as always.

you can find it by going here: http://notsam.com/srshow/2016/6/6/sam-cathy-014-wrong-turns

the weather is supposed to be decent for the next few days. i figure maybe i'll work in a haircut and a shower if i don't feel too miserable. of course, mom said it's supposed to be in the 90's by the weekend. joy. summer is not made for fat people.

i've been on a buying spree on iTunes here lately. not sure why either.

that's all for me today. i hope everyone had a great weekend. hopefully everyone gets to enjoy a pleasant summer for a change.

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:

Amos Lee - Vaporize
Ryan Bingham - A Country Called Home
Robyn - Dancing On My Own

"I'm just another guy who thinks he's smarter than he is, in a long line of them." - Colin Quinn

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i have a new rule to live by

so when i woke up this morning, i got on the computer and got to work. for some fucking reason, my printer wasn't working. i tried every little trick i knew and none of them worked. i then had to remove the printer from the computer and more or less reinstall it. that eventually worked, but only after i took some time away from it. i got a little breakfast, took a shit and now i have a new rule to live by.

never make any decisions in the morning before you take a shit.

good words to live by. once i got the printer figured out, it was time to start sending out some poems. i sent out 23 poems today; 3 each to Dead Snakes, Napalm and Novocain and Off The Coast; 4 poems to Hobo Camp Review and 5 poems each to Shot Glass Journal and The Literary Hatchet. when i hear back from these places i will pass along the verdicts.

to send to 3 of the places, i had to get a Submittable account. that went much better than i expected. so, a little pat on my back for defeating technology again today.

The Big Bang Theory was very good last night. the surprise they were mentioning in the ads for the show certainly was a surprise. i enjoyed the subtle way it came out as well. Life in Pieces was hilarious. Baskets was fucking bizarre and brilliant once again. and Lip Sync Battle was good. not great, but i can't complain with who was on the show.

WWE Smackdown was really good last night. i could watch Chris Jericho wrestle AJ Styles for the next few years and never get bored. hopefully they wrestle again on the next ppv.

enjoy some music kids:

and now some of this and that:

tonight is a bit of a clusterfuck on television. on the DVR will be NJPW, Treehouse Masters and VICE.

the Dayton Flyers are at Rhode Island tonight. they have lost their last 6 games there, so i'm hoping the boys have a win in them tonight.

at the same time, the New York Rangers are at home against the Los Angeles Kings. i really hope the Rangers can keep their winning streak going tonight as well.

if both teams win tonight, i will be a very happy boy. if both lose, i won't get much sleep, which will suck because Manchester United plays at the crack of fucking dawn tomorrow. so i'm really hoping for some wins so i can drink myself to sleep tonight.

for those of you in relationships, i truly hope you enjoy this coming weekend. for we single people, raise a glass of something strong and be happy you've never been arrested for buying it. for any depressed people that wish they were in a relationship this weekend, raise two glasses and remember there is always tomorrow and hopefully she brings along a friend.

i don't think i have been with anyone for Valentine's Day in over 20 years. to me the day is more about driving to a pharmacy with The Black Crowes song "She Talks To Angels" playing as i'm going to get some pills for my stepfather after he had another seizure. this would be 12 days before he died. hard to believe that's been 14 years ago now.

so, yeah. Cupid has done a shitty job with me. maybe one day i get to actually enjoy it and be the romantic fucker i always wanted to be. lord knows i can write the words down.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. i'll be on here tomorrow afternoon, hopefully enjoying some victories or still slightly drunk from those victories.

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:

Sturgill Simpson - Sugar Daddy (Theme from "Vinyl")
Otis Redding - Cigarettes and Coffee
Shovels & Rope w/Shakey Graves - Unknown Legend

"Concentration and mental toughness are the margins of victory." - Bill Russell

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