Drunk History

Happy Holidays

My friend Jonell sent this vid to me about two years ago. Back in ancient times, you could link a Youtube video without it being censored or copyrighted by some large corporation who might be losing ten cents if you watch it on my blog instead of downloading it for 99 cents onto your Ipod or Blackberry. Jesus, am I becoming a curmudgeon? I am, aren't I?

Anyway, this is the single reason I'll never hate JT. Yeah, I used the initials. Do you want to fight me? I'll poke you in the eyes.

Happy Holidays, my friends.

The Company Man

As a good company man, here's a quick post to let you know that my publisher, sunnyoutside press, is feeling rather festive this holiday season. Until Dec. 20, they are offering a holiday special that, if you read and support the small presses, you simply should not pass up. Seriously, if you pass this up...well, then you need to put down the crack pipe, Pooky.

And if you feel like purchasing a Nathan Graziano book then, dammit, get down with yo' bad self. If not, then try to live with the fact that you're crushing my heart into fine particles and snorting it off the framed picture of my children I'm sending you for Christmas.

And a Merry Christmas to you, Uncle Scrooge.

New poems, new book, New Kids On The Block

Here's a new post:

I have some new poems on Mannequin Envy. They're new and sparkly and fun for the whole family.

At this point, it's safe to announce that I have a new collection of poems scheduled to be released by sunnyoutside press in Fall 2009. The collection is titled After The Honeymoon, and it picks up where the chapbook Honey, I'm Home left off. In fact, in many ways, it's the full-length version of the chapbook, including some of the same poems. In the meantime, sunnyoutside will be releasing new books from a couple of my friends, Tim Horvath and Rebecca Schumejda . So keep an eye out and buy their books while they're new.

When I was in 8th grade, I lost my girlfriend to Jordan from The New Kids On The Block. Perhaps I should clarify. This was circa 1988, shortly before I'd start sporting my new mullet, and my girlfriend, who we'll call Bitch Who Ripped My Fragile Young Heart Out, bought a new glossy folder with a picture of The New Kids On The Block "hangin' tough" on the front AND back. After several days of staring at the folder, BWRMFYHO decided that she preferred the presence of Jordan on her new folder to me.

Shit, she was probably right.