Saturday, April 4, 2015
response from Your One Phone Call
i heard back from Dai at Your Own Phone Call on my recent poetry submission. my poems "their indifference as love" and "with the shoes to match" have been accepted for publication. they are scheduled to be published June 25th and July 10th.
Friday, April 3, 2015
never a dull day when there's blood involved
i'm sure that title has you wondering what the fuck happened. more on that in a little bit. but first, for National Poetry Month today, i wanted to shine a little light on Interior Noise Press.
one of the finest small presses around, head on over to the site and check out. or more importantly, BUY some of the poetry there from yours truly, Jason Floyd Williams, Doug Draime, Mather Schneider, James Babbs, Justin Hyde, Glenn Hardin and Carl Miller Daniels. pick up any of these books and you will not be disappointed.
in other artsy fartsy news, my good friend and artist from Sweden, Janne Karlsson, has a new book out. you can find it on amazon.com by going here:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1926860462
so i went with mom to the store and we got a few things plus a good number of storage bins that were on sale. so, as i was loading them into the car, the 7 lids that were together came back and smacked me right in the face. busted open a nice gash on the bridge of my nose. once i got the bleeding stopped i told my mother i hope it scars. that would be one where i really could make something creative up about it.
we did some more cleaning over at the farm today. i was feeling miserable as it has been raining on and off all damn day long. or it was the Burger King i had for lunch. we've got a ton of shit to do tomorrow as well. so, i don't know if i will get to watch Manchester United play or not.
the New York Rangers blew a lead last night but immediately came back to win 3-2 in regulation to clinch the division last night. that gives them home ice for the playoffs for the first two rounds. here are the highlights from last night:
the Late Late Show with James Corden was brilliant last night. to record a show from a stranger's house was one of those out of the box ideas that i absolutely loved. plus, the woman from Australia visiting happened to be fucking beautiful. i'm sure that helped. here's a few highlights from the show:
what a fucking excellent show.
i've got a ton of shit i'm putting on the DVR tonight; The Grace Helbig Show, NJPW, etc etc. my sister is down for the weekend, so i figure i'll either be doing something with her and the family this evening or in my room listening to some music. all i know is i really need to ice my back down, so i'm wrapping this fucker up.
hope everyone has a great weekend. if you are into the Easter shit, enjoy it. if not, enjoy the candy.
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
The Verve - Drugs Don't Work
Jimi Hendrix - Red House
Shinedown - Sound of Madness
Caribou - Can't Do Without You
"Life is half spent before we know what it is." - George Herbert
as for your wrestling video of the day:
one of the finest small presses around, head on over to the site and check out. or more importantly, BUY some of the poetry there from yours truly, Jason Floyd Williams, Doug Draime, Mather Schneider, James Babbs, Justin Hyde, Glenn Hardin and Carl Miller Daniels. pick up any of these books and you will not be disappointed.
in other artsy fartsy news, my good friend and artist from Sweden, Janne Karlsson, has a new book out. you can find it on amazon.com by going here:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1926860462
so i went with mom to the store and we got a few things plus a good number of storage bins that were on sale. so, as i was loading them into the car, the 7 lids that were together came back and smacked me right in the face. busted open a nice gash on the bridge of my nose. once i got the bleeding stopped i told my mother i hope it scars. that would be one where i really could make something creative up about it.
we did some more cleaning over at the farm today. i was feeling miserable as it has been raining on and off all damn day long. or it was the Burger King i had for lunch. we've got a ton of shit to do tomorrow as well. so, i don't know if i will get to watch Manchester United play or not.
the New York Rangers blew a lead last night but immediately came back to win 3-2 in regulation to clinch the division last night. that gives them home ice for the playoffs for the first two rounds. here are the highlights from last night:
the Late Late Show with James Corden was brilliant last night. to record a show from a stranger's house was one of those out of the box ideas that i absolutely loved. plus, the woman from Australia visiting happened to be fucking beautiful. i'm sure that helped. here's a few highlights from the show:
what a fucking excellent show.
i've got a ton of shit i'm putting on the DVR tonight; The Grace Helbig Show, NJPW, etc etc. my sister is down for the weekend, so i figure i'll either be doing something with her and the family this evening or in my room listening to some music. all i know is i really need to ice my back down, so i'm wrapping this fucker up.
hope everyone has a great weekend. if you are into the Easter shit, enjoy it. if not, enjoy the candy.
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
The Verve - Drugs Don't Work
Jimi Hendrix - Red House
Shinedown - Sound of Madness
Caribou - Can't Do Without You
"Life is half spent before we know what it is." - George Herbert
as for your wrestling video of the day:
Thursday, April 2, 2015
the pure misery of the rain
welcome to the second day of National Poetry Month, where the rain has decided to just leave me in complete misery. before i get to that rant, here's your gift for today. i stumbled upon a video on YouTube today and figured i would share. enjoy:
also, in a little poetry news from my world, i sent 5 poems today to 48th Street Press for the broadside project. when i hear back from Chris i'll pass along the verdict.
now, my rant. we're currently in a weather cycle where it is just line after line of rain and thunderstorms. when i was a kid, i loved this shit. now, racked with arthritis and an ankle that is seemingly wanting to jump off of my body at any second, this is pure fucking misery. i lay in bed and i ache. i look at porn and i ache. i do some reading, watch tv, whatever, the pain never leaves. i can see why people do the hard shit. if i knew i could do some heroin and i wouldn't die or get addicted, i'd be the first in line. fuck.
the New York Rangers play tonight in Minnesota. yet another team fighting for a playoff spot out west. if the Rangers get a win tonight, they win their division. so, i'm really hoping they get that out of the way tonight. that means they would be the 1 or 2 seed in the Eastern conference. but, this is not the time to start thinking about the playoffs. all on my mind is how much i need a victory beer.
i did see a few things last night on the talk shows that really made me laugh. enjoy:
on the DVR tonight will be The Big Bang Theory and a new lip sync battle show. i figured that would give me something mindless to laugh at.
that's all for today. i'm going to go try to crawl into a ball and either put the covers over me or try to suck my own dick. either way, i figure i'll roll the wrong way and break my neck. enjoy the visual my friends.
hope this finds everyone dry. maybe even enjoying some fucking sunshine, whatever the hell that is. i did do a little shopping today online. free shit from Amazon.com and a new wrestling t-shirt from the WWE. not bad getting close to 15 things for around $20 total. i'm amazed i've waited this long to start using the Amazon gift cards i got for Christmas and my birthday. April is some fucking record for me. of course, maybe it's the lack of space i have now for anything.
anywho, until tomorrow you unlucky souls...
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:
Son of Dov - Only If Your Heart Begins To Fade
Justin Townes Earle - Racing in the Street
Will Hoge - Woman Be Strong
John Prine - Crazy As a Loon
Sufjan Stevens - Should Have Known Better
"I've succeeded at everything except my life." - Serge Gainsbourg
and it wouldn't be this blog without a little pro wrestling. from last night's NXT... enjoy:
also, in a little poetry news from my world, i sent 5 poems today to 48th Street Press for the broadside project. when i hear back from Chris i'll pass along the verdict.
now, my rant. we're currently in a weather cycle where it is just line after line of rain and thunderstorms. when i was a kid, i loved this shit. now, racked with arthritis and an ankle that is seemingly wanting to jump off of my body at any second, this is pure fucking misery. i lay in bed and i ache. i look at porn and i ache. i do some reading, watch tv, whatever, the pain never leaves. i can see why people do the hard shit. if i knew i could do some heroin and i wouldn't die or get addicted, i'd be the first in line. fuck.
the New York Rangers play tonight in Minnesota. yet another team fighting for a playoff spot out west. if the Rangers get a win tonight, they win their division. so, i'm really hoping they get that out of the way tonight. that means they would be the 1 or 2 seed in the Eastern conference. but, this is not the time to start thinking about the playoffs. all on my mind is how much i need a victory beer.
i did see a few things last night on the talk shows that really made me laugh. enjoy:
on the DVR tonight will be The Big Bang Theory and a new lip sync battle show. i figured that would give me something mindless to laugh at.
that's all for today. i'm going to go try to crawl into a ball and either put the covers over me or try to suck my own dick. either way, i figure i'll roll the wrong way and break my neck. enjoy the visual my friends.
hope this finds everyone dry. maybe even enjoying some fucking sunshine, whatever the hell that is. i did do a little shopping today online. free shit from Amazon.com and a new wrestling t-shirt from the WWE. not bad getting close to 15 things for around $20 total. i'm amazed i've waited this long to start using the Amazon gift cards i got for Christmas and my birthday. April is some fucking record for me. of course, maybe it's the lack of space i have now for anything.
anywho, until tomorrow you unlucky souls...
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:
Son of Dov - Only If Your Heart Begins To Fade
Justin Townes Earle - Racing in the Street
Will Hoge - Woman Be Strong
John Prine - Crazy As a Loon
Sufjan Stevens - Should Have Known Better
"I've succeeded at everything except my life." - Serge Gainsbourg
and it wouldn't be this blog without a little pro wrestling. from last night's NXT... enjoy:
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
let the poetry begin
so, i sort of decided to do some random bullshit each day for National Poetry Month. some news stories, some poet spotlights, some YouTube videos, etc. etc. basically, whatever my lazy ass feels like doing that day. so, let's kick off the month with my favorite living poet, John Sweet.
if you are not familiar with John's work, shame on you. here's a few links to help you.
http://burningword.com/category/john_sweet/
http://ravennapress.com/books/human-cathedrals/
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/bleedinghorse99
and then do yourself a favor and go subscribe to his blog:
http://bleedinghorse.blogspot.com/
the New York Rangers got a much needed 3-2 win last night up in Winnipeg. the game had a little poetic justice with the winning goal. watch the highlights and you'll understand what i'm talking about.
i was up late last night getting my laundry done. but, i did manage to get some sleep, figuring the people coming to get the furniture were going to be here early. of course, that didn't happen. not sure why someone would piss away the chance to get over $1,000 worth of furniture for fucking free. oh well. not sure what's going to happen to it now, i just know it needs to get out of the fucking garage. soon.
i got a good nap in this afternoon and was using the vacuum when my mother got back home. i figured that was excellent timing; letting her believe i actually give a shit about keeping the new house clean. i thought i was driving her to work today but she decided she wanted to go it alone.
had a little test of my sanity today. nothing quite like opening up the blinds in the kitchen to see the woman that molested me as a child sweeping the sidewalk next door. i sort of just mumbled to myself 'i wonder how long until i murder everyone?'. good times.
i did get some poems ready to send to that broadside project. i'm guessing that will happen before the end of the week.
tonight on the DVR i will have Lucha Underground. mostly because since i have the WWE Network now, i get to finally see NXT. so, basically my night will be one filled with pro wrestling. seems like a fitting way to close up April Fool's Day.
that's all for me. i need to go over to the farm and get some more stuff out of there, feed the cats, and get the mail at the PO Box, etc. etc.
hope the new month finds everyone ready for some warmer weather.
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:
CocoRosie - Werewolf
DJ Shadow & Little Dragon - Scale It Back
Kiesza - Hideaway
Panda Bear - Boys Latin
Lords of Acid - Pussy
"Every once in a while, you live long enough to get the respect that people didn't want to give while you were trying to become a senior citizen." - Gil Scott-Heron
if you are not familiar with John's work, shame on you. here's a few links to help you.
http://burningword.com/category/john_sweet/
http://ravennapress.com/books/human-cathedrals/
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/bleedinghorse99
and then do yourself a favor and go subscribe to his blog:
http://bleedinghorse.blogspot.com/
the New York Rangers got a much needed 3-2 win last night up in Winnipeg. the game had a little poetic justice with the winning goal. watch the highlights and you'll understand what i'm talking about.
i was up late last night getting my laundry done. but, i did manage to get some sleep, figuring the people coming to get the furniture were going to be here early. of course, that didn't happen. not sure why someone would piss away the chance to get over $1,000 worth of furniture for fucking free. oh well. not sure what's going to happen to it now, i just know it needs to get out of the fucking garage. soon.
i got a good nap in this afternoon and was using the vacuum when my mother got back home. i figured that was excellent timing; letting her believe i actually give a shit about keeping the new house clean. i thought i was driving her to work today but she decided she wanted to go it alone.
had a little test of my sanity today. nothing quite like opening up the blinds in the kitchen to see the woman that molested me as a child sweeping the sidewalk next door. i sort of just mumbled to myself 'i wonder how long until i murder everyone?'. good times.
i did get some poems ready to send to that broadside project. i'm guessing that will happen before the end of the week.
tonight on the DVR i will have Lucha Underground. mostly because since i have the WWE Network now, i get to finally see NXT. so, basically my night will be one filled with pro wrestling. seems like a fitting way to close up April Fool's Day.
that's all for me. i need to go over to the farm and get some more stuff out of there, feed the cats, and get the mail at the PO Box, etc. etc.
hope the new month finds everyone ready for some warmer weather.
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:
CocoRosie - Werewolf
DJ Shadow & Little Dragon - Scale It Back
Kiesza - Hideaway
Panda Bear - Boys Latin
Lords of Acid - Pussy
"Every once in a while, you live long enough to get the respect that people didn't want to give while you were trying to become a senior citizen." - Gil Scott-Heron
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
the winds of hell
oh shit, two days in a row. i guess i'm back in the flow of this once again.
i didn't sleep very well last night. i'm not sure if it's the season or the absolutely fucking bizarre dreams i was having. between one where my high school girlfriend actually was in love with me to one where i was accused in history class of putting mustard on a chocolate cake. not sure what the fuck it all means nor do i really fucking care at the moment.
of course, 20 minutes after i woke up from those dreams, i opened an email from Russell at The Camel Saloon passing on the poems i sent yesterday. well, that helps solve the problem with not having poems for the broadside project.
i was not very pleased with Monday Night Raw last night. other than Brock Lesnar nearly killing everyone, the rest of the night was a bit of a downer. i did like the debuts of the guys from NXT. hopefully they are on Raw for a long time. it just felt like they were back to hey, let's fuck the audience again and not give them anything they want. though, i doubt they liked the cheers when Brock did this to lead announcer Michael Cole:
of course, it would have been best to do the rest of the show in silence. they chose not to and made shit even worse.
i watched The Voice from last night this afternoon. i figured it was a good time, especially given the way team USA has been playing here recently. they were playing Switzerland at noon. so, once The Voice was over, i flipped over to the soccer match. of course, i missed a great goal:
USA ended up drawing with the Swiss 1-1. Jozy Altidore got a red card. not sure why people think he didn't deserve it. he was going to get a yellow for the tackle. you can't exactly tell the ref to go fuck himself and not think you're not getting another yellow. stupid stupid STUPID. oh well, just another fucking friendly where they couldn't hold a lead.
the New York Rangers play tonight up in Winnipeg. this isn't the best place to try to get on a good streak. hopefully they win against a desperate Jets team.
on the DVR tonight will be the recap episode of The Voice and Undateable, one of the few comedies i actually like on NBC.
the people that were supposed to get the furniture today didn't show up. figures. mom has told them they have to be here by 8 in the morning tomorrow or she's giving it all away to charity. so much for sleeping in tomorrow.
i got some free music on iTunes today. i haven't been over to NoiseTrade yet to see what they have. and, i guess i should check out that new streaming service that Jay Z is doing. judging from the commercial, it looks interesting.
that's all for me today. i believe i might have to drive mom to work tomorrow. her Meniere's disease has been acting up again. if that happens, i'll bring along a pen and paper and maybe get a few poems down. either that, or maybe do some day drinking. good times.
hope this finds everyone drunk and looking at bad porn. until tomorrow bitches.
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:
Delta Spirit - Language of the Dead
Shake Shake Go - England Skies
Enigma - Return To Innocence
Gary Jules - Mad World
Deftones - Minerva
"I just go where the guitar takes me." - Angus Young
not sure what i have planned for National Poetry Month. but you can expect this blog to get a little artsy fartsy for the next month.
i didn't sleep very well last night. i'm not sure if it's the season or the absolutely fucking bizarre dreams i was having. between one where my high school girlfriend actually was in love with me to one where i was accused in history class of putting mustard on a chocolate cake. not sure what the fuck it all means nor do i really fucking care at the moment.
of course, 20 minutes after i woke up from those dreams, i opened an email from Russell at The Camel Saloon passing on the poems i sent yesterday. well, that helps solve the problem with not having poems for the broadside project.
i was not very pleased with Monday Night Raw last night. other than Brock Lesnar nearly killing everyone, the rest of the night was a bit of a downer. i did like the debuts of the guys from NXT. hopefully they are on Raw for a long time. it just felt like they were back to hey, let's fuck the audience again and not give them anything they want. though, i doubt they liked the cheers when Brock did this to lead announcer Michael Cole:
i watched The Voice from last night this afternoon. i figured it was a good time, especially given the way team USA has been playing here recently. they were playing Switzerland at noon. so, once The Voice was over, i flipped over to the soccer match. of course, i missed a great goal:
the New York Rangers play tonight up in Winnipeg. this isn't the best place to try to get on a good streak. hopefully they win against a desperate Jets team.
on the DVR tonight will be the recap episode of The Voice and Undateable, one of the few comedies i actually like on NBC.
the people that were supposed to get the furniture today didn't show up. figures. mom has told them they have to be here by 8 in the morning tomorrow or she's giving it all away to charity. so much for sleeping in tomorrow.
i got some free music on iTunes today. i haven't been over to NoiseTrade yet to see what they have. and, i guess i should check out that new streaming service that Jay Z is doing. judging from the commercial, it looks interesting.
that's all for me today. i believe i might have to drive mom to work tomorrow. her Meniere's disease has been acting up again. if that happens, i'll bring along a pen and paper and maybe get a few poems down. either that, or maybe do some day drinking. good times.
hope this finds everyone drunk and looking at bad porn. until tomorrow bitches.
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:
Delta Spirit - Language of the Dead
Shake Shake Go - England Skies
Enigma - Return To Innocence
Gary Jules - Mad World
Deftones - Minerva
"I just go where the guitar takes me." - Angus Young
not sure what i have planned for National Poetry Month. but you can expect this blog to get a little artsy fartsy for the next month.
Monday, March 30, 2015
riding the waves
so here's what happened at the doctor's office this morning. i got there a little early, so my gift was to wait until nearly 15 minutes after my appointment was supposed to be until i actually got in. good times. thankfully, my weight was down as was my A1C, which made the doctor really happy. we talked about my ankle and he looked at it. he figures it's tendinitis, but he ordered some x-rays just to make sure. so, i drove there and after waiting in line for 5 minutes behind a woman who shit her pants and another 15 minutes just to get registered to get the x-rays, i finally got in and had 3 x-rays done. i have to call the doc in a few days to see if anything is broken. if it comes back clean, the process will be time and patience. i figure it will be more like pain tolerance and plenty of drinking. i'll post a pic of the bar i have set up at the new house. let's just say i'm an alcoholic.
i sent out 11 poems today; 3 each to Dead Snakes and The Camel Saloon. i sent out 5 poems to Your One Phone Call. when i hear back from these places i'll pass along the verdicts.
it was when i was sending out those poems that i checked and saw my poems had been published on Horror Sleaze Trash. that poem "pink sweatpants" is about 98% true. man, i miss those days.
i watched WrestleMania last night. i was pleasantly surprised with how good the show was. i watched it on the WWE Network as Directv decided not to offer it this year. i was happy that i was able to stream the network through my Bluray player. look at me, finally in the 21st century. hot damn.
i'm really looking forward to Monday Night Raw tonight. this is ALWAYS the best Raw of the year. and after how good the ppv was last night, i'm expecting a fucking great show tonight.
the New York Rangers were the first team in the NHL to get to 100 points this season. sadly, they have shit the bed since that. hopefully they can turn it back up and win the division and go into the playoffs on fire.
i have made the finals of fantasy hockey for the 4th year in a row. hopefully i don't finish second like the last three years.
i got an email today asking for some poems for a broadside project. i guess i need to break out the pen and paper again. of course, i do have a few older poems now available as well. i will hopefully get that submission ready in the next few days.
hopefully the people coming to get the furniture for my sister's friend show up tomorrow. after that shit gets out of the garage, mom can start getting her shit over here. that should help her stress level some.
on the DVR tonight will be The Voice and god knows what else.
i'm just about ready to start hanging the artwork and whatnot in my room. once i get that done, then i'll post some pictures of just how fucking ridiculous my room is.
that's all for today. i'm slowly getting back in the groove. if i happen to carve out a few minutes for this tomorrow, look the fuck out.
hope everyone had 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:
Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (Live)
The Band of Heathens - Hurricane
TV on the Radio - Careful You
Kix - Don't Close Your Eyes
Bruce Springsteen - I'm on Fire
"One of the most beneficial things I've ever learned is how to keep my mouth shut." - Eric Clapton
i sent out 11 poems today; 3 each to Dead Snakes and The Camel Saloon. i sent out 5 poems to Your One Phone Call. when i hear back from these places i'll pass along the verdicts.
it was when i was sending out those poems that i checked and saw my poems had been published on Horror Sleaze Trash. that poem "pink sweatpants" is about 98% true. man, i miss those days.
i watched WrestleMania last night. i was pleasantly surprised with how good the show was. i watched it on the WWE Network as Directv decided not to offer it this year. i was happy that i was able to stream the network through my Bluray player. look at me, finally in the 21st century. hot damn.
i'm really looking forward to Monday Night Raw tonight. this is ALWAYS the best Raw of the year. and after how good the ppv was last night, i'm expecting a fucking great show tonight.
the New York Rangers were the first team in the NHL to get to 100 points this season. sadly, they have shit the bed since that. hopefully they can turn it back up and win the division and go into the playoffs on fire.
i have made the finals of fantasy hockey for the 4th year in a row. hopefully i don't finish second like the last three years.
i got an email today asking for some poems for a broadside project. i guess i need to break out the pen and paper again. of course, i do have a few older poems now available as well. i will hopefully get that submission ready in the next few days.
hopefully the people coming to get the furniture for my sister's friend show up tomorrow. after that shit gets out of the garage, mom can start getting her shit over here. that should help her stress level some.
on the DVR tonight will be The Voice and god knows what else.
i'm just about ready to start hanging the artwork and whatnot in my room. once i get that done, then i'll post some pictures of just how fucking ridiculous my room is.
that's all for today. i'm slowly getting back in the groove. if i happen to carve out a few minutes for this tomorrow, look the fuck out.
hope everyone had 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:
Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (Live)
The Band of Heathens - Hurricane
TV on the Radio - Careful You
Kix - Don't Close Your Eyes
Bruce Springsteen - I'm on Fire
"One of the most beneficial things I've ever learned is how to keep my mouth shut." - Eric Clapton
5 new poems at Horror Sleaze Trash
my poems "we have a situation here", "nothing to be worried about", "pink sweatpants", "the sweeter the juice" and "well beyond my years" have been published today at Horror Sleaze Trash. you can find the poems by going here:
http://www.horrorsleazetrash.com/uncategorized/j-j-campbell-7/
http://www.horrorsleazetrash.com/uncategorized/j-j-campbell-7/
Saturday, March 28, 2015
response from Nerve Cowboy
i heard back from the guys at Nerve Cowboy on my poetry submission from December 2014. my poem "just another hopeless romantic" has been accepted for publication. it will appear in NC #39, due out this summer.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
back in the saddle
i decided i would be something other than lazy today and actually do a blog post. now, i can't guarantee that i'm going to make this a daily ritual once again right away. but, as i'm slowly getting used to life in the suburbs once again, i can see this becoming my drug once again.
the furniture, or most of it, arrived on Monday. mom realized then just how small this house really is. that made me laugh. how we don't end up killing each other before we die of natural causes is beyond me. the good thing is my recliner is finally here and i've been able to sleep in it each time i have put my fat ass in it.
the weather has been crazy the last few days. the rain has really fucked me up. of course, the 30 degree drop in temperature didn't help either. i see the doctor on Monday. that should be an interesting one. since nearly everyone else in my family is a diabetic, i get my screening done on Monday. plus, i'd love to find out what is really going on with my ankle.
the Dayton Flyers had their run in the NCAA tournament ended by Oklahoma. they simply ran out of gas. but, they ran out of it months later than most people thought they would. and today they extended their coach until 2022. i highly doubt he will be here that long, but it does mean the college will get paid when he leaves for a big time job. of course, he may fool us all and stay here forever. he's got some great talent coming in next year. if it all works out, i can sense another deep run coming.
the New York Rangers could clinch a playoff spot tonight. they play Ottawa. more importantly though, The King is back. i believe he's going to play one of the games this weekend. if he can come back healthy and great, get ready for another DEEP playoff run. i really don't give a shit if they win the President's Trophy or not, i simply want the Stanley Cup again before i die.
i've been enjoying The Voice here for the last few weeks. here's a couple of the performances i've really liked:
so far i prefer team Blake (shocker) but i think each team has someone that can win the whole thing.
i didn't get on here to boast about Manchester United beating Liverpool, but i will gladly post the best goal in the Premier League this season:
ladies and gentlemen, Juan Mata...
i am truly enjoying life with a DVR. i don't have to stay up all night to watch shit (even though i do) and i am catching up with a bunch of shows i didn't watch before. of course, my life is still consumed with sports. and with WrestleMania coming up this weekend, you can imagine that pro wrestling is dominating my life at the moment. let's just say my mother isn't that happy.
speaking of pro wrestling, here's one of the best damn casket matches i have seen in years. Lucha Underground is something you absolutely NEED to watch each week:
my brackets for the NCAA tournament aren't horrible. the problem is they aren't great either. at this point i'm just hoping either Kentucky wins it all or loses in the final.
amazingly, most of the cats are still alive. i don't feed them everyday anymore. i do feed them when i'm over there. i'm a little surprised at how resilient they have been. of course, i would gladly love for someone to come along and take them. the other night i was looking out the window here at the new house and saw this huge cat come right up to the door. for a second, i thought one of those fuckers followed me from the farm. that wasn't the case, but the lady that lived here before had cats. as i have told my mother repeatedly, NO FUCKING PETS. i'll have a few bird feeders and battles with the flying rats (squirrels) but the only animal inside of here will be me.
i do know she's fucking stunned that i actually use the vacuum every few days. the house is 90% carpet, so i know it's necessary. i can't wait until we get a dishwasher though. i mean shit, we actually have water now that doesn't stain fucking everything it touches, let's take advantage of it. i know though, all the good shit has to wait until the farm gets auctioned off. hopefully the price gets high enough that my mother and i don't have to worry about fucking anything for at least a few months.
ok, enough of my rambling. got some good shit bubbling in the poetry world, but i don't want to jinx anything. but let's just say that a guy in Sweden has been busting his ass and finally, it may be all paying off. i've got some poems to send out here soon. i believe that will happen in the next few days. most likely before the end of March. can't let the world forget about me just yet.
i'll try to make this a habit once again. hope this finds everyone in good spirits.
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:
Ryan Bingham - Bluebird
The Firm - Satisfaction Guaranteed
Annie Lennox - I Put a Spell On You
Van Morrison - Cleaning Windows
DJ Shadow - Midnight In A Perfect World
"Freedom lies in being bold." - Robert Frost
let's just say that this James Corden is really entertaining me before i fall asleep each night:
the furniture, or most of it, arrived on Monday. mom realized then just how small this house really is. that made me laugh. how we don't end up killing each other before we die of natural causes is beyond me. the good thing is my recliner is finally here and i've been able to sleep in it each time i have put my fat ass in it.
the weather has been crazy the last few days. the rain has really fucked me up. of course, the 30 degree drop in temperature didn't help either. i see the doctor on Monday. that should be an interesting one. since nearly everyone else in my family is a diabetic, i get my screening done on Monday. plus, i'd love to find out what is really going on with my ankle.
the Dayton Flyers had their run in the NCAA tournament ended by Oklahoma. they simply ran out of gas. but, they ran out of it months later than most people thought they would. and today they extended their coach until 2022. i highly doubt he will be here that long, but it does mean the college will get paid when he leaves for a big time job. of course, he may fool us all and stay here forever. he's got some great talent coming in next year. if it all works out, i can sense another deep run coming.
the New York Rangers could clinch a playoff spot tonight. they play Ottawa. more importantly though, The King is back. i believe he's going to play one of the games this weekend. if he can come back healthy and great, get ready for another DEEP playoff run. i really don't give a shit if they win the President's Trophy or not, i simply want the Stanley Cup again before i die.
i've been enjoying The Voice here for the last few weeks. here's a couple of the performances i've really liked:
so far i prefer team Blake (shocker) but i think each team has someone that can win the whole thing.
i didn't get on here to boast about Manchester United beating Liverpool, but i will gladly post the best goal in the Premier League this season:
i am truly enjoying life with a DVR. i don't have to stay up all night to watch shit (even though i do) and i am catching up with a bunch of shows i didn't watch before. of course, my life is still consumed with sports. and with WrestleMania coming up this weekend, you can imagine that pro wrestling is dominating my life at the moment. let's just say my mother isn't that happy.
speaking of pro wrestling, here's one of the best damn casket matches i have seen in years. Lucha Underground is something you absolutely NEED to watch each week:
my brackets for the NCAA tournament aren't horrible. the problem is they aren't great either. at this point i'm just hoping either Kentucky wins it all or loses in the final.
amazingly, most of the cats are still alive. i don't feed them everyday anymore. i do feed them when i'm over there. i'm a little surprised at how resilient they have been. of course, i would gladly love for someone to come along and take them. the other night i was looking out the window here at the new house and saw this huge cat come right up to the door. for a second, i thought one of those fuckers followed me from the farm. that wasn't the case, but the lady that lived here before had cats. as i have told my mother repeatedly, NO FUCKING PETS. i'll have a few bird feeders and battles with the flying rats (squirrels) but the only animal inside of here will be me.
i do know she's fucking stunned that i actually use the vacuum every few days. the house is 90% carpet, so i know it's necessary. i can't wait until we get a dishwasher though. i mean shit, we actually have water now that doesn't stain fucking everything it touches, let's take advantage of it. i know though, all the good shit has to wait until the farm gets auctioned off. hopefully the price gets high enough that my mother and i don't have to worry about fucking anything for at least a few months.
ok, enough of my rambling. got some good shit bubbling in the poetry world, but i don't want to jinx anything. but let's just say that a guy in Sweden has been busting his ass and finally, it may be all paying off. i've got some poems to send out here soon. i believe that will happen in the next few days. most likely before the end of March. can't let the world forget about me just yet.
i'll try to make this a habit once again. hope this finds everyone in good spirits.
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:
Ryan Bingham - Bluebird
The Firm - Satisfaction Guaranteed
Annie Lennox - I Put a Spell On You
Van Morrison - Cleaning Windows
DJ Shadow - Midnight In A Perfect World
"Freedom lies in being bold." - Robert Frost
let's just say that this James Corden is really entertaining me before i fall asleep each night:
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
where does the time go
i figured i better do one of these again before the world forgets that this blog actually exists. i still am in the process of moving. most of my shit is over here. mom has procrastinated to the point where our furniture will arrive on March 23rd. we have been able to get some of the furniture over in the SUV, so it somewhat feels like a house. the weather hasn't helped much at all.
as for me personally, my shoulder is getting better. i don't feel the pinch as often these days. my right ankle is brutal right now. arthritis (at least i hope that's what it is) is killing me in that ankle. i go to the doctor in a few weeks for my 3 month checkup. that should be an interesting visit.
i am in the playoffs for fantasy hockey at the moment. of course, my team is dealing with injuries, as usual.
the New York Rangers have been playing amazing hockey without The King. to be first in the entire league is truly fucking amazing at this point.
the Dayton Flyers got totally fucking hosed by the selection committee for the NCAA tournament. they were the last team in even though there were a handful of teams that they are absolutely better than. so to turn around and play in the First Four is fucking ridiculous. to find out that if they didn't make it to the finals of the A10 tourney and they wouldn't have been in the field at all is truly fucking ridiculous. at least i'll get to see them play tomorrow. they play Boise State. if they win, they get to play Providence in Columbus on Friday. that would make 5 games in 7 days for them. all with 7 fucking players.
i did fill out a few brackets. i think i have Kentucky winning it all on most of them.
i did write my first poems since i moved. i think they are pretty good. i will get around to sending them out in a few weeks. between trying to move shit each day and take care of the cats, helping my mom and then battling a true lack of sleep, unless i'm typing at 3 in the morning, i simply have no time for submissions at this moment.
i did find it comforting that a guy down the road was cleaning his motorcycles over the weekend blasting Black Sabbath. at least not everyone on this cul-de-sac is on the verge of death.
i've had to get some new bird feeders to battle the fucking squirrels over here. these flying rats are everywhere.
the hockey games that we had tickets to are over. my sister is toying with the idea of getting some tickets for next season. the kicker though is she will be in Africa for a month. so, i doubt that we'll get tickets next season.
here are the basketball games i'll be watching in person today and tomorrow:
Manhattan vs. Hampton and Ole Miss vs. BYU
North Florida vs. Robert Morris and Boise St. vs. Dayton
seeing that the late games don't start until 9 PM each night, i'll be fucking tired beyond belief these next two days. but, as long as i get to see Dayton stick it to the selection committee and win on Wednesday, i'll be fine.
thank god i do have a DVR now. as you might imagine, i'm recording fucking everything. it's made my life much less stressful.
the series ending episode of The Jinx was fucking awesome. i saved it on the DVR as i'll watch that over and over.
once i get a little more settled and back in the swing of things, i'll take some pictures of the new place and show everyone just how fucking packed my room actually is. once i get everything up on the wall, i'll basically be the sociopath that some actually believe i am.
that's all for me today. i hope everyone is doing well. happy St. Patrick's Day to all my drunk friends out there.
i'll probably get back to doing this everyday once the baseball season starts going.
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:
basically, whatever is FREE on iTunes this week or do yourself a favor, and go to NoiseTrade and find some great FREE music.
"If I see one side of somebody, I want to see the other side." - Kurt Russell
please use my new address for any correspondence. i'll still get mail at the po box for a little while, but eventually it's all going to come to the house. so, for all you stalkers out there, here's your lucky day.
J.J. Campbell
51 Urban Ln.
Brookville, Ohio 45309
i did get some sweet ass new business cards. i'll be sending those out soon.
as for me personally, my shoulder is getting better. i don't feel the pinch as often these days. my right ankle is brutal right now. arthritis (at least i hope that's what it is) is killing me in that ankle. i go to the doctor in a few weeks for my 3 month checkup. that should be an interesting visit.
i am in the playoffs for fantasy hockey at the moment. of course, my team is dealing with injuries, as usual.
the New York Rangers have been playing amazing hockey without The King. to be first in the entire league is truly fucking amazing at this point.
the Dayton Flyers got totally fucking hosed by the selection committee for the NCAA tournament. they were the last team in even though there were a handful of teams that they are absolutely better than. so to turn around and play in the First Four is fucking ridiculous. to find out that if they didn't make it to the finals of the A10 tourney and they wouldn't have been in the field at all is truly fucking ridiculous. at least i'll get to see them play tomorrow. they play Boise State. if they win, they get to play Providence in Columbus on Friday. that would make 5 games in 7 days for them. all with 7 fucking players.
i did fill out a few brackets. i think i have Kentucky winning it all on most of them.
i did write my first poems since i moved. i think they are pretty good. i will get around to sending them out in a few weeks. between trying to move shit each day and take care of the cats, helping my mom and then battling a true lack of sleep, unless i'm typing at 3 in the morning, i simply have no time for submissions at this moment.
i did find it comforting that a guy down the road was cleaning his motorcycles over the weekend blasting Black Sabbath. at least not everyone on this cul-de-sac is on the verge of death.
i've had to get some new bird feeders to battle the fucking squirrels over here. these flying rats are everywhere.
the hockey games that we had tickets to are over. my sister is toying with the idea of getting some tickets for next season. the kicker though is she will be in Africa for a month. so, i doubt that we'll get tickets next season.
here are the basketball games i'll be watching in person today and tomorrow:
Manhattan vs. Hampton and Ole Miss vs. BYU
North Florida vs. Robert Morris and Boise St. vs. Dayton
seeing that the late games don't start until 9 PM each night, i'll be fucking tired beyond belief these next two days. but, as long as i get to see Dayton stick it to the selection committee and win on Wednesday, i'll be fine.
thank god i do have a DVR now. as you might imagine, i'm recording fucking everything. it's made my life much less stressful.
the series ending episode of The Jinx was fucking awesome. i saved it on the DVR as i'll watch that over and over.
once i get a little more settled and back in the swing of things, i'll take some pictures of the new place and show everyone just how fucking packed my room actually is. once i get everything up on the wall, i'll basically be the sociopath that some actually believe i am.
that's all for me today. i hope everyone is doing well. happy St. Patrick's Day to all my drunk friends out there.
i'll probably get back to doing this everyday once the baseball season starts going.
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:
basically, whatever is FREE on iTunes this week or do yourself a favor, and go to NoiseTrade and find some great FREE music.
"If I see one side of somebody, I want to see the other side." - Kurt Russell
please use my new address for any correspondence. i'll still get mail at the po box for a little while, but eventually it's all going to come to the house. so, for all you stalkers out there, here's your lucky day.
J.J. Campbell
51 Urban Ln.
Brookville, Ohio 45309
i did get some sweet ass new business cards. i'll be sending those out soon.
Monday, March 9, 2015
yet again, a genius in Sweden turns my drivel into brilliance
i guess i should really find the time to start blogging again as my good friend, Janne Karlsson, has once again turned some mindless drivel i wrote in this blog into some artistic brilliance. you can find our latest monster by going here:
http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2015/03/jj-campbell-janne-karlsson-poem-cartoon.html
http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2015/03/jj-campbell-janne-karlsson-poem-cartoon.html
Saturday, February 28, 2015
the genius in Sweden has done it again
i absolutely love when my good friend, Janne Karlsson, takes a snippet of this blog and turns it into art. and better yet, i love it when it actually gets published. you can see what i'm talking about by going here: http://www.horrorsleazetrash.com/poetry/janne-karlsson-j-j-campbell/
Friday, February 27, 2015
a quarter century of hindsight
my poem "a quarter century of hindsight" has been published at Your One Phone Call. you can find the poem by going here: https://youronephonecall.wordpress.com/2015/02/27/a-quarter-century-of-hindsight-by-j-j-campbell/
Monday, February 23, 2015
who doesn't love a quickie?
so, in a day where i've had a shit load of computer problems, boxed up more of my life, talked with a beautiful woman in Africa, and typed up a poem that was stuck in my head for two damn days, what do i come here to bitch about today?
IT'S FUCKING COLD OUTSIDE
a high temp of 13 today. holy shit, i can't wait to start loading up cars and vans to move my life in this shit. fuck me.
here's a quick view of my yesterday...
the New York Rangers blew another fucking lead (3-0) but held on this time to beat Columbus in a shootout (4-3). here are the highlights from the game:
i did watch a bit of the Academy Awards last night. here is the only thing i saw that i thought was worth anything:
the Sunday night shows were good. The Jinx took another twist that was fascinating. Girls was pretty funny. Togetherness was really good. Last Week Tonight had yet another brilliant 30 minutes of news and comedy: for example:
Total Divas was good as well last night.
Togetherness actually helped me finish the damn poem that was stuck in my head for two days. i didn't know how i was going to finish it and then something clicked while i was watching the show. i typed the poem up this afternoon (once the computer started working correctly again) and i really like it.
tonight is a true clusterfuck on television for me. Gotham, Monday Night Raw, and The Voice are all on at the exact same time. now, next week, when i FINALLY have a DVR, i will no longer have to bitch about this. but, for tonight, i guess the plan is to watch Gotham and then flip to The Voice and Monday Night Raw during the commercial breaks. since Raw is the night after a ppv, i will probably watch that more. but, i know if i'm up at 3 or 4 in the morning, i'll be playing catch up on YouTube with both shows. either that or hunting for boxes to fill up with old music and books. good times.
that's all for me today. i hope everyone had a great, wonderful weekend. if not, it could always be worse. you could be going to live next to the father of the cousin that molested you. anyone want that fresh slice of hell? or at the very least, would you like to help me pack a few boxes? just asking.
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:
Dinosaur Jr. - Feel the Pain
Neil Young - Rockin' In The Free World
Tedeschi Trucks Band - Learn How to Love
Korn - Freak on a Leash
Chuck Mead - Sittin' On Top of the Bottom
"To stimulate wildly weak and untrained minds is to play with mighty fires." - W.E.B. Du Bois
IT'S FUCKING COLD OUTSIDE
a high temp of 13 today. holy shit, i can't wait to start loading up cars and vans to move my life in this shit. fuck me.
here's a quick view of my yesterday...
the New York Rangers blew another fucking lead (3-0) but held on this time to beat Columbus in a shootout (4-3). here are the highlights from the game:
i did watch a bit of the Academy Awards last night. here is the only thing i saw that i thought was worth anything:
the Sunday night shows were good. The Jinx took another twist that was fascinating. Girls was pretty funny. Togetherness was really good. Last Week Tonight had yet another brilliant 30 minutes of news and comedy: for example:
Total Divas was good as well last night.
Togetherness actually helped me finish the damn poem that was stuck in my head for two days. i didn't know how i was going to finish it and then something clicked while i was watching the show. i typed the poem up this afternoon (once the computer started working correctly again) and i really like it.
tonight is a true clusterfuck on television for me. Gotham, Monday Night Raw, and The Voice are all on at the exact same time. now, next week, when i FINALLY have a DVR, i will no longer have to bitch about this. but, for tonight, i guess the plan is to watch Gotham and then flip to The Voice and Monday Night Raw during the commercial breaks. since Raw is the night after a ppv, i will probably watch that more. but, i know if i'm up at 3 or 4 in the morning, i'll be playing catch up on YouTube with both shows. either that or hunting for boxes to fill up with old music and books. good times.
that's all for me today. i hope everyone had a great, wonderful weekend. if not, it could always be worse. you could be going to live next to the father of the cousin that molested you. anyone want that fresh slice of hell? or at the very least, would you like to help me pack a few boxes? just asking.
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:
Dinosaur Jr. - Feel the Pain
Neil Young - Rockin' In The Free World
Tedeschi Trucks Band - Learn How to Love
Korn - Freak on a Leash
Chuck Mead - Sittin' On Top of the Bottom
"To stimulate wildly weak and untrained minds is to play with mighty fires." - W.E.B. Du Bois
Sunday, February 22, 2015
one of those days to forget
if you have read this blog for any amount of time, i think it's pretty safe that i can assume you know just how big of a sports fan i am. which also means you know there are certain days where, as a sports fan, i'd rather stick a gun in my mouth than face the next day. hello to the present.
where to begin... oh, that's right, a little team in Manchester that probably pissed away a chance to finish in the top 4 this season. i guess it's poison for Manchester United to score first this season. of course, they only had that lead for almost 2 minutes. then, they absolutely dominated the second half but, as the manager said after the game, they forgot to score. who the fuck forgets that? dominate for 45 minutes and never challenge the keeper once and Swansea gets one fucking chance and it's in the back of the net. fuck me. now i have to lower myself into hoping Liverpool wins today so United is still in the top 4, barely. and if that wasn't bad enough...
the Dayton Flyers were always a team when i was growing up that would tease you with potential and then absolutely crush your hearts with a horrific loss to a team they should never lose to going down the stretch of a season. the last couple of years, that kind of loss hadn't happened. unfortunately, yesterday, it reared its fucking ugly head once again. to lose to a shitty Duquesne team by 10 (83-73) is bad, but to lose when only one player gives max effort (Dyshawn Pierre 27 points 12 rebounds) and no one gives a shit on defense is completely unacceptable. if they ever wonder why they missed the NCAA tournament this season, this will be the game they can look back to. nothing quite like going from being tied for first in the league to being fourth because you lost to a team with now 9 fucking wins this season. 9. i think i just tasted vomit.
after that, i decided to go punish myself by shoveling snow. what a fucking great time i had. we had every bit of 6 or 7 inches of snow. after i got the sidewalks done, my back was killing me. but, i couldn't do anything for it as i still had to feed the cats and take the trash out. just imagine what a couple of victory beers could have done for me.
the cats couldn't give a shit that i was there with food and water because i was a few hours later than i normally am. and people wonder why i don't like animals.
i let mom basically have the television last night. so, it was some Dateline and home improvement shows. i was hoping to get some sleep, but of course that didn't happen. so i basically just got on the computer and listened to music for a good 90 minutes or so. since i don't smoke pot anymore, that is my way of zoning out. it helped, i guess.
i fell asleep in the middle of ROH last night. so, i'm going to try to catch the episode today at noon. after that, i may watch a little of the Daytona 500 before i have to go to the grocery store to get my prescriptions. hopefully the roads are better today than yesterday.
tonight, the New York Rangers play Columbus at MSG. i won't watch much of the game as i have to watch the Columbus feed for it, and their announcers fucking suck. since the Academy Awards are tonight, Showtime isn't running any new shows. that makes my Sunday night a little easier. i believe the plan will be to watch The Jinx, Total Divas, Girls, Last Week Tonight, and Togetherness tonight. if everything works out, i might actually be done before 1 in the morning.
since we have all this snow now, the temps are going to get cold as fuck again. so, just about every night for the next week, the low will be below zero. good times. thank god the propane tank got filled the other day.
of course, being this cold will make moving pure fucking hell. and since the internet and Directv is going in at the end of February/early March at the new house, most of the shit has to be moved this week. good times. so, this more or less is my last week of living on the farm. hard to believe i have been here since May of 1997.
not sure how i will like/hate life in suburbia as i have hardly any clue how that is anymore. having neighbors that are within walking distance is certainly going to be a new thing.
oh well, cross that bridge when i get to it i suppose.
that's all for me today. this upcoming week is going to be hit or miss for this blog. i have no clue when i'm going to be on here next. so, until then my friends. hope you're having a great weekend. 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:
Tinsley Ellis - In From the Cold
Alabama Shakes - You Ain't Alone (Live)
Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc
Portishead - Glory Box
Grace Potter - I Shall Be Released (Live)
"I firmly believe that respect is a lot more important, and a lot greater, than popularity." - Julius Erving
where to begin... oh, that's right, a little team in Manchester that probably pissed away a chance to finish in the top 4 this season. i guess it's poison for Manchester United to score first this season. of course, they only had that lead for almost 2 minutes. then, they absolutely dominated the second half but, as the manager said after the game, they forgot to score. who the fuck forgets that? dominate for 45 minutes and never challenge the keeper once and Swansea gets one fucking chance and it's in the back of the net. fuck me. now i have to lower myself into hoping Liverpool wins today so United is still in the top 4, barely. and if that wasn't bad enough...
the Dayton Flyers were always a team when i was growing up that would tease you with potential and then absolutely crush your hearts with a horrific loss to a team they should never lose to going down the stretch of a season. the last couple of years, that kind of loss hadn't happened. unfortunately, yesterday, it reared its fucking ugly head once again. to lose to a shitty Duquesne team by 10 (83-73) is bad, but to lose when only one player gives max effort (Dyshawn Pierre 27 points 12 rebounds) and no one gives a shit on defense is completely unacceptable. if they ever wonder why they missed the NCAA tournament this season, this will be the game they can look back to. nothing quite like going from being tied for first in the league to being fourth because you lost to a team with now 9 fucking wins this season. 9. i think i just tasted vomit.
after that, i decided to go punish myself by shoveling snow. what a fucking great time i had. we had every bit of 6 or 7 inches of snow. after i got the sidewalks done, my back was killing me. but, i couldn't do anything for it as i still had to feed the cats and take the trash out. just imagine what a couple of victory beers could have done for me.
the cats couldn't give a shit that i was there with food and water because i was a few hours later than i normally am. and people wonder why i don't like animals.
i let mom basically have the television last night. so, it was some Dateline and home improvement shows. i was hoping to get some sleep, but of course that didn't happen. so i basically just got on the computer and listened to music for a good 90 minutes or so. since i don't smoke pot anymore, that is my way of zoning out. it helped, i guess.
i fell asleep in the middle of ROH last night. so, i'm going to try to catch the episode today at noon. after that, i may watch a little of the Daytona 500 before i have to go to the grocery store to get my prescriptions. hopefully the roads are better today than yesterday.
tonight, the New York Rangers play Columbus at MSG. i won't watch much of the game as i have to watch the Columbus feed for it, and their announcers fucking suck. since the Academy Awards are tonight, Showtime isn't running any new shows. that makes my Sunday night a little easier. i believe the plan will be to watch The Jinx, Total Divas, Girls, Last Week Tonight, and Togetherness tonight. if everything works out, i might actually be done before 1 in the morning.
since we have all this snow now, the temps are going to get cold as fuck again. so, just about every night for the next week, the low will be below zero. good times. thank god the propane tank got filled the other day.
of course, being this cold will make moving pure fucking hell. and since the internet and Directv is going in at the end of February/early March at the new house, most of the shit has to be moved this week. good times. so, this more or less is my last week of living on the farm. hard to believe i have been here since May of 1997.
not sure how i will like/hate life in suburbia as i have hardly any clue how that is anymore. having neighbors that are within walking distance is certainly going to be a new thing.
oh well, cross that bridge when i get to it i suppose.
that's all for me today. this upcoming week is going to be hit or miss for this blog. i have no clue when i'm going to be on here next. so, until then my friends. hope you're having a great weekend. 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:
Tinsley Ellis - In From the Cold
Alabama Shakes - You Ain't Alone (Live)
Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc
Portishead - Glory Box
Grace Potter - I Shall Be Released (Live)
"I firmly believe that respect is a lot more important, and a lot greater, than popularity." - Julius Erving
Saturday, February 21, 2015
hello snow, how are you?
i woke up at 5:30 this morning to a few inches of snow. after a long piss, i thought sleep would be the best thing for me. back up at 8 and guess what... even more fucking snow. the beauty is there is still more to come. and then maybe some rain, then freezing rain, and then sunshine. good thing i didn't have plans to move shit today or anything. fuck me.
the New York Rangers got scored on early again last night. i felt bad for their rookie goalie making his debut. thankfully, that was all Buffalo did all night long. the Rangers were dominant for most of the game, getting a much needed 3-1 victory. here are some highlights from the win:
NJPW was excellent last night. anytime i get to watch Shinsuke Nakamura wrestle, i am happy.
Treehouse Masters was very good as well last night.
Manchester United plays at Swansea here in a little bit. i would love to see United get a very good win today, but i'm a realist, so however they fucking get the 3 points, i'll be happy.
later today the Dayton Flyers play at Duquesne. i'm a little worried about the quick turnaround from the last game, but hopefully Dayton can pull it out.
after that, i suppose i'll be shoveling snow, feeding cats, and packing more shit into boxes. fun times.
late tonight i'll definitely be watching the new episode of ROH, that is if i can stay awake for it. just a few short weeks away from finally having a DVR.
i figure i'll also watch some hockey tonight and some college basketball. and maybe some shows from somewhere where it is hot this time of year. i'm slowly getting tired of that heater smell.
that's all for me today. i guess i should eat some breakfast before the game starts.
i hope everyone has a great Saturday. do something fun. send me money. 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:
Alex Clare - Too Close
Lords of Acid - Pussy
Sia - Breathe Me
Joe Cocker - When the Night Comes
Tricky - Aftermath
"Find out what you're afraid of and go live there." - Chuck Palahniuk
the New York Rangers got scored on early again last night. i felt bad for their rookie goalie making his debut. thankfully, that was all Buffalo did all night long. the Rangers were dominant for most of the game, getting a much needed 3-1 victory. here are some highlights from the win:
NJPW was excellent last night. anytime i get to watch Shinsuke Nakamura wrestle, i am happy.
Treehouse Masters was very good as well last night.
Manchester United plays at Swansea here in a little bit. i would love to see United get a very good win today, but i'm a realist, so however they fucking get the 3 points, i'll be happy.
later today the Dayton Flyers play at Duquesne. i'm a little worried about the quick turnaround from the last game, but hopefully Dayton can pull it out.
after that, i suppose i'll be shoveling snow, feeding cats, and packing more shit into boxes. fun times.
late tonight i'll definitely be watching the new episode of ROH, that is if i can stay awake for it. just a few short weeks away from finally having a DVR.
i figure i'll also watch some hockey tonight and some college basketball. and maybe some shows from somewhere where it is hot this time of year. i'm slowly getting tired of that heater smell.
that's all for me today. i guess i should eat some breakfast before the game starts.
i hope everyone has a great Saturday. do something fun. send me money. 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:
Alex Clare - Too Close
Lords of Acid - Pussy
Sia - Breathe Me
Joe Cocker - When the Night Comes
Tricky - Aftermath
"Find out what you're afraid of and go live there." - Chuck Palahniuk
Friday, February 20, 2015
another day, another winter storm warning
well, i finally started to pack things up today. mostly just some knickknacks and baseball cards. so, it was sort of like boxing up my youth. i still have all my music and books to get to. i think i'll have to take what i have already boxed over to the new house first and just bring those empty boxes back to the farm. this would be totally easier if it wasn't the fucking winter or if i had a vehicle that was actually reliable. but, this is my life, so nothing happens the easy way.
we're under yet another fucking winter storm warning. we could have 5-8 inches of snow by tomorrow night, or, we could have a shit load of ice. neither sounds good to me.
i did see 17 cats today. i should have known that was a sign that some shit was coming.
The Big Bang Theory was very good last night. i truly love how they can go from funny to totally serious in a second. that's how life is most days.
the New York Rangers blew 3 leads last night and lost 5-4 to Vancouver in a shootout. at least they got a point out of the game. they play tonight in Buffalo. this is a game they have to win. the rookie goalie is making his debut tonight. hopefully he does what he did when he had his debut in the AHL (shutout). i'd really like to be drinking a victory beer tonight.
the Dayton Flyers did not play last night. the bench only got 3 points. thankfully, the starters just don't seem to ever run out of gas. Dayton got their 20th win of the season by beating St. Joe's 68-64. congrats to Dyshawn Pierre on getting his 1,000th point of his career. this kid is only going to get better. here are the highlights from last night's win:
other than hockey tonight, i'll probably squeeze in some NJPW and Treehouse Masters.
i will probably be on here tomorrow before the Manchester United game. since Dayton plays in the early afternoon, i suppose i should get my ass up and get some shit done in the morning.
i hope everyone has a great weekend. hopefully your weather is much better than mine. do something crazy this weekend and tell the world about it. 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:
Arcade Fire - Wake Up
Matisyahu - Chop Em Down (Live)
The Velvet Underground - Pale Blue Eyes
Joe Bonamassa - Midnight Blues (Live)
Ed Sheeran - Thinking Out Loud
"I always wanted to be someone better the next day than I was the day before." - Sidney Poitier
we're under yet another fucking winter storm warning. we could have 5-8 inches of snow by tomorrow night, or, we could have a shit load of ice. neither sounds good to me.
i did see 17 cats today. i should have known that was a sign that some shit was coming.
The Big Bang Theory was very good last night. i truly love how they can go from funny to totally serious in a second. that's how life is most days.
the New York Rangers blew 3 leads last night and lost 5-4 to Vancouver in a shootout. at least they got a point out of the game. they play tonight in Buffalo. this is a game they have to win. the rookie goalie is making his debut tonight. hopefully he does what he did when he had his debut in the AHL (shutout). i'd really like to be drinking a victory beer tonight.
the Dayton Flyers did not play last night. the bench only got 3 points. thankfully, the starters just don't seem to ever run out of gas. Dayton got their 20th win of the season by beating St. Joe's 68-64. congrats to Dyshawn Pierre on getting his 1,000th point of his career. this kid is only going to get better. here are the highlights from last night's win:
other than hockey tonight, i'll probably squeeze in some NJPW and Treehouse Masters.
i will probably be on here tomorrow before the Manchester United game. since Dayton plays in the early afternoon, i suppose i should get my ass up and get some shit done in the morning.
i hope everyone has a great weekend. hopefully your weather is much better than mine. do something crazy this weekend and tell the world about it. 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:
Arcade Fire - Wake Up
Matisyahu - Chop Em Down (Live)
The Velvet Underground - Pale Blue Eyes
Joe Bonamassa - Midnight Blues (Live)
Ed Sheeran - Thinking Out Loud
"I always wanted to be someone better the next day than I was the day before." - Sidney Poitier
Thursday, February 19, 2015
the bitter cold and old bones just don't mix
after i got in from feeding the cats i told my mother we weren't going to go to the basketball game tonight. she didn't want to go last night but i insisted that we would be. that was, until i actually went out into the cold. holy fuck! it's really fucking cold. i believe i was outside when we hit our high of the day, 7 degrees. with the wind, it felt like a balmy -25. with my bad back and my shitty pinched nerves and my mother's general hatred for the cold, there's no point going out when the game is on television.
so, that does alter my plans for the evening. the Dayton Flyers basketball game starts at 6. the New York Rangers play at 7. The Big Bang Theory is on at 8. so, it looks like i'll have a busy night in front of a heater and a tv.
how i didn't see any dead cats today is truly beyond me. of course, i only saw 12 of the 20. either the rest are hiding or have taken that long nap where i can't find them.
i figure what i might also do tonight is start packing some shit. i guess that's what you do when you move. i haven't had to do that since 1997.
Lucha Underground was excellent once again last night. here are some highlights from the show:
i had to change the water filter in the cellar today. the rust in our water is getting out of hand. of course, the only filters i have are ones that just take way the sediment. they don't do anything for smell. so, i'm really looking forward to my shower here in a few minutes.
can you tell i'm getting sick of the farm yet?
watched a little of the NBA trade deadline coverage today. i wish Sacramento would have done more, but at least they have a great head coach again. hopefully George Karl can get them back to being relevant once again.
that's all for me today. i will be on here sometime tomorrow. mom has to take the car in to get some basic shit done to it. i have no clue if she's getting a rental or not. so, i'll be home alone for a little while tomorrow. everyone knows what that means... porn.
i hope you are warm wherever you are. and if you're not warm, hopefully you are drunk. 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:
Exitmusic - The Cold
Paolo Nutini - Iron Sky
TV on the Radio - Careful You
Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (Live)
The Black Crowes - Oh Josephine
"We're all going to be victims of temptation at several points in our lives." - Smokey Robinson
so, that does alter my plans for the evening. the Dayton Flyers basketball game starts at 6. the New York Rangers play at 7. The Big Bang Theory is on at 8. so, it looks like i'll have a busy night in front of a heater and a tv.
how i didn't see any dead cats today is truly beyond me. of course, i only saw 12 of the 20. either the rest are hiding or have taken that long nap where i can't find them.
i figure what i might also do tonight is start packing some shit. i guess that's what you do when you move. i haven't had to do that since 1997.
Lucha Underground was excellent once again last night. here are some highlights from the show:
i had to change the water filter in the cellar today. the rust in our water is getting out of hand. of course, the only filters i have are ones that just take way the sediment. they don't do anything for smell. so, i'm really looking forward to my shower here in a few minutes.
can you tell i'm getting sick of the farm yet?
watched a little of the NBA trade deadline coverage today. i wish Sacramento would have done more, but at least they have a great head coach again. hopefully George Karl can get them back to being relevant once again.
that's all for me today. i will be on here sometime tomorrow. mom has to take the car in to get some basic shit done to it. i have no clue if she's getting a rental or not. so, i'll be home alone for a little while tomorrow. everyone knows what that means... porn.
i hope you are warm wherever you are. and if you're not warm, hopefully you are drunk. 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:
Exitmusic - The Cold
Paolo Nutini - Iron Sky
TV on the Radio - Careful You
Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (Live)
The Black Crowes - Oh Josephine
"We're all going to be victims of temptation at several points in our lives." - Smokey Robinson
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
the last three days
my poem "the last three days" has been published at Your One Phone Call. you can find the poem by going here: https://youronephonecall.wordpress.com/2015/02/12/the-last-three-days-by-j-j-campbell/
ashy elbow Wednesday
much like i thought would happen, there i was at 2 in the morning, wide awake. i decided i would take the time to write some poems. i ended up writing 4 poems. i typed them up and a poem i wrote last week this afternoon. i really like all five. i think i will hold off on sending them out until the move is somewhat complete.
i guess we're waiting on the carpets to get cleaned and the painting to get done. that is supposed to happen by the weekend. if that does happen, i imagine all weekend will be spent moving some shit at least. i might be incommunicado for the weekend. i know mom wants to be mostly in the house by the time the phone/internet/Directv is installed. that will all be done by March 1st (fingers crossed). that also means that we have to go out and upgrade our televisions and etc, etc. i guess that Best Buy gift card i've held on to for a few years will finally come in handy.
we are currently under a wind chill warning. it is supposed to get to something like -30 or -40 over the next two nights. if the cats somehow survive that kind of cold, they simply will not die. i made sure to get out there before the warning went into effect today. the windchill was probably -15 or so. not fun.
i've been waiting to do the dishes until it got really fucking cold. my logic is that it will be good for the old pipes to have some hot water running through them when it's really cold. so, you can imagine what i'll be doing at some point tonight.
i highly recommend the Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast with HBK. i also listened to Chris Jericho's latest podcast this morning while i was sitting next to the heater. as you might imagine, i'm looking forward to a house that isn't always fucking cold.
i'm really looking forward to Lucha Underground tonight. more and more people are catching on to just how good the show is.
after that, i'll probably watch some college basketball (Duke vs. North Carolina) and maybe some hockey. my fantasy hockey team had to be reshuffled in the last few days. fucking injuries. i'm still first in the league, thankfully.
a huge congrats to Don Donoher, former coach of the Dayton Flyers on his induction into the College Basketball Hall of Fame. long overdue.
i'll probably be on here early tomorrow as we have a basketball game to go to tomorrow evening. that should be fun. i'm guessing it will be below zero when we go to the game. hopefully it will be a sellout. that will warm things up. plus, Dayton is going for their 20th win of the season. i don't think many fans thought that was going to happen this season.
i hope everyone is good and warm. driving to the post office was certainly not a treat today. i can't wait until it is even colder tomorrow. as you can tell, winter is starting to get to me. hopefully it's not fucking with you. drinks up my friends. 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:
Lera Lynn - Not Home Anymore (Live)
Johnnyswim - Bonsoir
Bob Dylan - The Man In Me
Ryan Adams - Gimme Something Good
Justin Townes Earle - Racing in the Street
"The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power." - Toni Morrison
i guess we're waiting on the carpets to get cleaned and the painting to get done. that is supposed to happen by the weekend. if that does happen, i imagine all weekend will be spent moving some shit at least. i might be incommunicado for the weekend. i know mom wants to be mostly in the house by the time the phone/internet/Directv is installed. that will all be done by March 1st (fingers crossed). that also means that we have to go out and upgrade our televisions and etc, etc. i guess that Best Buy gift card i've held on to for a few years will finally come in handy.
we are currently under a wind chill warning. it is supposed to get to something like -30 or -40 over the next two nights. if the cats somehow survive that kind of cold, they simply will not die. i made sure to get out there before the warning went into effect today. the windchill was probably -15 or so. not fun.
i've been waiting to do the dishes until it got really fucking cold. my logic is that it will be good for the old pipes to have some hot water running through them when it's really cold. so, you can imagine what i'll be doing at some point tonight.
i highly recommend the Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast with HBK. i also listened to Chris Jericho's latest podcast this morning while i was sitting next to the heater. as you might imagine, i'm looking forward to a house that isn't always fucking cold.
i'm really looking forward to Lucha Underground tonight. more and more people are catching on to just how good the show is.
after that, i'll probably watch some college basketball (Duke vs. North Carolina) and maybe some hockey. my fantasy hockey team had to be reshuffled in the last few days. fucking injuries. i'm still first in the league, thankfully.
a huge congrats to Don Donoher, former coach of the Dayton Flyers on his induction into the College Basketball Hall of Fame. long overdue.
i'll probably be on here early tomorrow as we have a basketball game to go to tomorrow evening. that should be fun. i'm guessing it will be below zero when we go to the game. hopefully it will be a sellout. that will warm things up. plus, Dayton is going for their 20th win of the season. i don't think many fans thought that was going to happen this season.
i hope everyone is good and warm. driving to the post office was certainly not a treat today. i can't wait until it is even colder tomorrow. as you can tell, winter is starting to get to me. hopefully it's not fucking with you. drinks up my friends. 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:
Lera Lynn - Not Home Anymore (Live)
Johnnyswim - Bonsoir
Bob Dylan - The Man In Me
Ryan Adams - Gimme Something Good
Justin Townes Earle - Racing in the Street
"The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power." - Toni Morrison
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