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Tuesday, August 18, 2020

the hours just start to bleed together...

i had another all-nighter last night. for shits and giggles, i decided to see if the WWE cards i have are worth anything. well, holy shit. a few of them are actually worth some money. fuck me. so, i went through all of those last night, and that made me look again at some football cards, etc. and boom, 5 AM. i went to bed and was up again a little before 10. as soon as i got up, i heard my mom say that Kroger had called and her pills were ready. so, after the morning piss, i went there and picked up all her meds, some bananas, some other fruit and a coffee cake. i took a power nap this afternoon and with the weather changing here, i woke up with a fucking headache that felt like i had been drinking for the last 15 hours straight. and sure enough, mom sent me to Taco Bell to get lunch. originally she wanted Chinese food, but since i am apparently the only one that remembers what all that salt does to her, i said no.

here are your highlights from the NBA last night:

the Yankees swept the Red Sox last night, 6-3. Chapman is back as the Yankee's closer. that should make the bullpen a little deeper. they start a series with Tampa tonight in the Bronx.

Monday Night Raw was good last night, for the most part.

I May Destroy You was excellent last night. the season finale is next week.

Axios was good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Deadliest Catch and Hard Knocks.

i have watched some of the NBA and NHL this afternoon. i'll probably do more of the same tonight as well.

i'll be on here tomorrow after i get the grocery shopping done.

i have trash to pickup here and next door, so that's all for me kids.

until tomorrow...

fight the power.

fuck racism.

fuck hatred.

fuck the police.

black lives matter.

stay healthy.

wash your fucking hands.

wear your mask.

si quieres cuatro años más de esta mierda, no quiero conocerte

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:

Ana Tijoux - Pas Que
Tomasa Del Real w/DJ Blass - Barre Con El Pelo
The Iguanas - Mexican Candy
Mariachi El Bronx - Revolution Girl (Live)

"For the life of me, I still don't understand why humans pray." - Vincent Bugliosi

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


Thursday, June 6, 2019

a busy day...

so, i wanted to wake up and get right to the poems this morning. small glitch in that plan. for some fucking reason, i had 256 emails. that took me over 90 minutes to get through all that. needless to say, that pushed everything back today. and as usual, it was all my fault. (those are my mother's words, not mine)

i did send out 30 poems today. 3 each to Rusty Truck, The Beatnik Cowboy and Mad Swirl; 5 each to Horror Sleaze Trash, Synchronized Chaos (already accepted for publication) and Rust Belt Review; 6 poems to Record Magazine. when i hear back from these places i will pass along the verdicts.

by the time i got that all done, it was 2 in the afternoon. mom wanted to go get her hair done. it was hot out and she doesn't do well in the heat. we waited for about 30 minutes and she finally got called up to get her hair done. about 30 minutes later she was finished. i guess it had been 34 weeks since she had anything done to her hair. i needed to go pick up a prescription of mine at the grocery store. after that, mom decided she wanted to go to Bob Evans for lunch. since we got out of there around 5, it might as well been dinner.

so yeah, it was one of these days where i'm running around like a chicken with the head cut off. good times. tomorrow might be more of the same. more on that later.

the New York Yankees lost last night in Toronto, 11-7. the bullpen shit the bed last night. hopefully they will avoid the sweep tonight.

here are your highlights from Game 3 of the NBA Finals:

NXT and NXT UK were good yesterday.

The Wrestlers was very good last night.

the USMNT lost to Jamaica last night, 1-0. there's 2 hours i'll never get back in my life.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Lip Sync Battle, Life in Pieces and Desus & Mero.

Game 5 of the Stanley Cup Final is tonight. i will probably watch a good amount of that.

so, the WWE is doing Super Showdown tomorrow afternoon on the WWE Network. i think it's around 2 PM or so. my goal is to get the grocery shopping done in the morning so i have a reasonable shot at getting the blog done before the wrestling starts. of course, that also means i need to get to bed before 5 in the morning, which is sadly becoming my new normal.

so yeah, hopefully i will be on here around noon tomorrow and i will already have some shit done.

that's all for me kids. until tomorrow...

un hombre sin hogar me iba a contar el secreto de la vida ... todavía estoy esperando

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:

Japanese Breakfast - Head Over Heels
Dead Man's Bones - My Body's a Zombie for You
Tomasa Del Real w/Eli Fantasy - Braty Puti
Beach Slang - Love My Way

"The task of a writer consists of being able to make something out of an idea." - Thomas Mann

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


Thursday, July 12, 2018

the rare day of sleeping in...

when i got up this morning around 6 to piss, i just felt so fucking tired that for a change, i decided to go back to bed. amazingly, when i woke up again it was almost 10 in the morning. so much for getting anything done in the morning. hell, i was drinking coffee when i'm usually eating lunch.

apparently my bitching worked. i got the copies of my new chapbook in the mail yesterday. just 15 days after they were mailed. so, if you would be interested in an autographed copy of the taste of blood on christmas morning, email me (jcampb4593@aol.com) and i'm sure we can work something out. if you are interested in getting the book from the publisher, go here:
http://www.analogsubmission.com/product/the-taste-of-blood-on-christmas-morning-by-j-j-campbell

World Cup Update:
Croatia shocked England with a goal in the second segment of extra time to win 2-1 yesterday. that sets up a World Cup final of France vs. Croatia on Sunday. i picked Croatia as the dark horse in this event 3 weeks ago in this blog. i figure i'll probably stick with that now that they are in the final. the third place game will be Belgium vs. England on Saturday.

the New York Yankees got some good pitching from Sonny Gray (finally) last night and hit 3 home runs to split the series with Baltimore, 9-0. the Yankees start a series tonight in Cleveland.

NXT was great last night. the main event was holy shit good.

Lucha Underground was excellent last night.

Big Brother was good last night. i love the plan to backdoor Swaggy. i won't be upset if he gets evicted tonight at all.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:


on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Big Brother and Lip Sync Battle.

i did listen to the latest Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast this afternoon. you can find that by going here: http://notsam.com/wrestlingpodcast/2018/7/12/wrestling-podcast-194-booker-t

the weather was pretty nice today, not much humidity at all. that made the drive to get the x-rays and paperwork mom needs for her bullshit appointment tomorrow somewhat pleasant.

i will be on here in the morning tomorrow as mom's appointment is in the afternoon. i have to do the grocery shopping after that.

i finally got to talk my lover in Italy today. just a day after our first month together, we had a nice argument. ah, love. i think she understands my financial situation a bit better now. if she stays with me knowing that, i will be even more impressed.

that's all for me kids.

ser pobre y enamorado, una receta para el desastre

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:

Tomasa Del Real w/DJ Blass - Barre Con El Pelo
Cigarettes After Sex - Sesame Syrup
Thievery Corporation - Music to Make You Stagger
Green Day - American Idiot

"Wealth is the ability to fully experience life." - Henry David Thoreau

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