So it's quiet Monday night, say about 3 in the morning and you're in the process of putting together a tasty frozen bit of dinner, what should you do to spice up the evening?

a) Make a spontaneous call to some friends for a late-night burrito fiesta!
b) Science fun: put said burrito in the microwave and let it run for 30 minutes--just to see what'll happen.
c) Sit back with your burrito, light some candles and reflect on life and love and days gone by.
d) Wear the red nighty as you warm your tortilla, bean and cheese collaboration of love (recommend for women only...)
or
e) Take your frozen burritos and instead of defrosting them to get them from their conjoined status bust out a knife and proceed cut the hell out of your finger.

Congratulations, if you chose "e" then you could be the next Joe Mammy!

So, I gots me some stitches (and, for the record, trying to type with your hand constrained in an over-abundant swath of bandages sucks...) and, no doubt, just got to throw a butt load of money down the toilet. But on the bright side I got to take a brief tour of the local emergency room (no, I didn't call an ambulance, either. I might be a wuss, but I'm not a hysterical wuss...) Of course the field trip wouldn't be so bad if I didn't loathe hospitals (again, let us raise our glasses and toast JLA-S with a hearty "Thanks a friggin' bunch!") and the cutest thing I saw was a rather attractive doctor who got to treat the lady in the room next to me while Dr. Ricardo tended to me. No knock against Dr. Ricardo, he was a perfectly fine physician, but a cute female doctor at least softens the blow a little. Or at least I would've liked to test the theory.

In either case, I got my stitches for doing what everyone's mom told them not to do when using a knife. I thought for a minute whether I actually wanted to go seek any treatment for it--cuz, let's face it, it was embarrassing--but then I remembered the feeling of the knife hitting the bone in my finger and figured that I was pretty much hosed either way I played it. Moral of the story: listen to your mom.

Anyway, other than that little adventure I got the next Feature together and fired it off to Dust and then submitted a story (we'll see how that works out...) to a major website and topped it off with a piece for the Birdhouse. Surprisingly productive, really given the fact I didn't think anything was getting done tonight. (And, for you Cardinal fans, just consider my little foray at the hospital as Mathenying myself...)

I also continued my campaign to get the next Feature. I don't usually talk about who I'm pursuing, as you know, but I've been trying to land this next one for a while:

A little crude perhaps, but I'm making the Bruce Campbell interview one of the big goals here at Joe-Mammy.com. If you feel so inclined drop by Bruce's site and let him know that you want to see him as a Joe-Mammy.com Feature. I promise you there won't be any lame "Evil Dead 4" questions.

-Joe