and then reality sets in...

yesterday went pretty good, all things considered. i only got into it with my sister once. i benched the right players in fantasy football (except for you, you asshole Tony Romo). and, there was a ton of shit removed from the house to take to Goodwill. that should make the move a little easier.

my mother and sister are out and about at the moment. hopefully my mother remembers to take it easy and don't get stressed. being with my sister, i'm not sure that's possible.

i did get about 90% of my Christmas shopping done yesterday. hopefully it all gets here in one piece. with all the gift cards and codes, i think i spent around $100. not too bad. i'm thinking of what to come up with for my fans and friends. i'm toying with doing some watercolors and cutting them up into a puzzle. if i do anything, all that will be going out in early December.

i did hear back from The Kitchen Poet on my poetry submission from back in August. they decided to pass as they are too backlogged at the moment. so, now i really have a nice size batch of poems to go through for the next round of submissions.

i got 2 of the 3 football games wrong yesterday. thankfully, those games don't count in the one pick 'em i play for money.

the New York Rangers start a home and home against Philly this afternoon. the hot rumor at the moment is the Rangers will be getting their captain back today. if so, that will go a LONG way to solving their defensive problems. hopefully i'll be enjoying a victory beer this afternoon.

i do plan on getting most of my poetry work done this afternoon as i will have no fucking time this weekend to do it.

sorry to cut this short, but i have a ton of trash to get out of the house, cats to feed, and a fantasy hockey roster to go check.

of course, i could go on bitching forever about the baseboard heaters that stopped working this morning in our great room.

by the way, i did FINALLY get to listen to the CM Punk interview yesterday with Colt Cabana. if the WWE's medical staff really did allow him to wrestle with a staph infection for 3 months, they all should be fired. and i'm really happy that Punk has found happiness and is free from the bullshit of the company. hopefully i get to see him in a ring one day again, but if it never happens, he left me with some great fucking memories. and honestly, i think he'll have more fun writing comic books than battling sloppy wrestlers.

ok, now i'm finished. thanks again to all 3 of you for allowing me to waste your precious time. i hope everyone has a great weekend.

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:

Deftones - Minerva
Sneaker Pimps - 6 Underground
Kiss - War Machine
Grouplove - Ways To Go
Paul Thorn - Bull Mountain Bridge

"Art is the tree of life. Science is the try of death." - William Blake

if anyone would like to get me a gift for the holidays, my Amazon.com Wish List is public (find it using my email, jcampb4593@aol.com) and you are more than welcome to get me ANYTHING on the list.

the mid week blues

it was cool enough here last night that i was able to sleep with the windows open. i would do that more often if the smell of shit didn't always somehow end up sneaking in. life in the sticks.

i thought this tribute to Robin Williams was the best one yet:

Tyrant was pretty damn good last night. always love a good coup episode.

Hard Knocks was good as well last night. more fake toughness from the Falcons.

tonight will be a big night of television. start off with Big Brother. then, the series finale of Wilfred. that's certainly one show i will miss. after that, one of my favorite shows, The Bridge.

on top of all that, the Yankees play tonight. this is a must win game. Pineda is pitching for the first time since April. hopefully he is ready for a big stretch run. if not, this team has literally no chance to make the playoffs.

the dream woman seems to be ignoring me ever since i couldn't help her with some money issues. gee, i wonder what i'm thinking...

i sent out 21 poems this morning... 3 each to Dead Snakes and The Camel Saloon, 4 to Hobo Camp Review, 5 to Horror Sleaze and Trash, and 6 to The Kitchen Poet. when i hear back from these places i'll pass along the verdicts.

i'd love to take one long nap today, but i don't think that's possible. i suppose i should just take a shower and see if that wakes me up.

i did catch part 1 of The Jim Norton Show with Rich Vos, Sherrod Small, and Dave Attell today on vice.com. can't wait for part 2 tomorrow.

that's all for today kids. i'll be around here sometime tomorrow.

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, love, hate mail, etc. be safe while you're stealing gasoline from other vehicles.

peace and chicken grease my enemies...

music:

John Prine - That's the Way That the World Goes Round (Live)
The Band of Heathens - Jackson Station
Chris Whitley - Big Sky Country
Joe Ely - The Road Goes On Forever (Live)
Steve Earle - Colorado Girl
Ryan Bingham - The Weary Kind

"Always make the audience suffer as much as possible." - Alfred Hitchcock