Liking the number 13 makes certain lists, like this one, pretty difficult to complete:

1. The Daily Show: Adelphia's asshole decision to run TDS at midnight here in Colorado Springs has permanently fucked up my sleep schedule because this is pretty much the only show I never want to miss.
2. The Colbert Report: I should just list this with TDS, but Jesus, I have to think of 13 current shows I like?
3. House: Genius-misanthrope-doctor show getting progressively more farfetched, but still great fun. Hugh Laurie playing against previous type is wonderful.
4. The Shield: Dirty-cop show getting progressively more farfetched, but still great fun. Michael Chiklis playing etc. But screw FX for running every episode 3-4 minutes over so I miss the beginning of TDS.
5. Late Night with Conan O'Brien: Even though he's really recycling jokes hard. I have a hard time seeing how he's going to fly in Leno's slot. See, we're only at 5, and I'm having to stretch.
6. Uhhhh, the NFL: Every Sunday during football season, totally wasted. (The day, not me.)
7. World Poker Tour: The broadcasts are better on most levels than ESPN's World Series of Poker, plus there's the absolutely delicious Shana Hiatt. I can't believe she's married to Dick Van Patten's son James (20 years her senior). Gross!
8. Scrubs: Only I almost never watch it, and I think it's on the same time as House. Whoops.
9-12. Let's just pretend I filled these in.
13. Simpsons in syndication: The new shows haven't done much for me in several years, but seasons 2-9 or so twice a weekday, oh my!

What stupid thing do you waste time watching on TV? If you don't watch anything, damn you to hell!

I wasn't really feeling bad about the four rejections yesterday--it was more a curiosity than anything else. But this is a real kick in the balls: I just got a letter from Bret Lott accepting a poem for The Southern Review, but it's "Crestone Conglomerate," the same poem that won the Laureate Prize last month. I sent them a notification e-mail, but obviously it didn't go through. Damn, damn.

Edited to add: yes, there's obviously a silver lining that I was accepted there at all, and no, I don't know that I'd give up the prize win, which was awfully damn cool, as an even trade for this acceptance. But still, this is the sort of thing on which I will dwell for a while.

Anyway, the upshot now is that I e-mailed TSR right away and apologized as best I could for the mixup, and they were gracious about accepting my apology and withdrawal. Sigh.

A long time ago my dad presented a word game involving thinking of words that had definitions that were opposites of each other--one word, two completely opposite potential meanings. Sadly, I've forgotten most of them, but the one that always comes to mind is "cleave," since it can mean stick together or cut apart. The reason I thought of this puzzle was that my last poem draft had the word "suspect," which can mean believe, as in "I suspect his story is false," or disbelieve, as in "I suspect his story." I cut that word from the poem draft, but the thought of these self-opposing words lives on. Can anyone think of any others offhand? I'll try to remember the ones I knew...