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Ah, what a glorious time of year it is. And what glorious people about us. And what big teeth they have, grandmother. The better to floss with you, my dear...
Saturday, May 22, 2004
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| Person Man, Person Man...:: Joe | | 4:35 PM |
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Just a quick entry for you faithful few out there. So far the weekend has been deep with the suck. Two more days to go, at that. Anyway, a couple updates:
First, a new story should be showing up on the fiction page soon (actually, I thought it would've been up by now...) It's another short 'un, called "A Fairy Tale": a charming tale for all ages about the merciless machinery of life. Great for bedtime!
Second, this month's feature is still in the works. I'm greatly stoked about it and waiting on the final reply before I can get started on it. Let us do the dance of joy. *does dance of joy*
Tertiary, I'm working on finding an Official(r) Joe-Mammy.com penpal. I've got a few candidates from all over the world all vying for an opportunity to be the Official penpal of a website. Who'd a thunk it? I'll post more when I know more.
Finally, some work has been done on the short story and I'd still like it to be done by this weekend, but I'm not sure how it'll work out. Depends on a lot on how much worse this weekend gets, but it's looking solid so far, for what it's worth.
Welp, see you kids on the other side...
-Joe
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
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| A moment of silence for "Angel": a good show killed in favor of crap...:: Joe | | 10:25 PM |
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Burn in hell, WB...
Take "Fear Factor" with you...
and Madonna...
and Barry Bonds...
actually, I have a list. When you go, give me a call and I'll fax it to you...
-Joe
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
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| Come see Old Regular at Mammystone National Park!:: Joe | | 8:58 PM |
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Hey diddely-oh there campers, Ranger Joe back again to give you some updates for the ol' Mammystone National Park Interpretive Center. But first it saddens Ranger Joe to a) be sick, b) be sick and watching the Cardinals lose in the 9th c) be sick, seeing the Cards lose and have so insanely little actual progress to report (please choose one, show work where required...)
The answer is (b). If you checked answer (b) go ahead and give yerself a big gold star for the day and then look yourself in the mirror and ask yourself what kind of person keeps big gold stars just lying around the house. While it's true that being sick has limited the short story's development and no new music has been done, Ranger Joe has managed a bit of a coup d'état for this month's upcoming Feature. Of course, as you all well know, Ranger Joe gets excited about just about anything that wanders through Mammystone, but this should be a particularly nifty one. Stay tuned.
One person who isn't the subject of Joe-Mammy.com interview (at least, not yet...) is Nine Inch Nails head mucky-muck Trent Reznor. Recently Reznor's site, nin.com went through a makeover including responses by Mr Happy himself to your questions. Ever the optimist, Ranger Joe happily asked the following question (possibly paraphrased as Ranger Joe didn't write it down somewhere else at the time...):
Would you be willing to do an interview for Joe-Mammy.com, or if not, would you at least be willing to tell me who would win in a fight between you and Ricky Martin?
Sadly, no response was to be heard. Undaunted, Ranger Joe has compiled a list of responses to the latter question that would have been deemed "acceptable."
1) I'd beat him like he were Marilyn Manson
2) Violence is not a solution. We need to work through our differences and appreciate our diversity as a nation. That being said, I'd whup him like he stole something.
3) Ricky might win cuz he scratches and pulls hair like a girl
4) I've been in the ring for a lot of years and have seen a lot of young punks trying to make a name for themselves by talking a lot of crap. Now I'm addressing this to Ricky Martin right now [looks into camera intensely] You may have the intercontinental championship belt, Ricky Martin. You may have a couple of low life thugs like Marc Anthony and Enrique Iglesias protecting you in the ring, but when you come to Wrestlemania XXXLMNOP justice will be mine, revenge will be mine. Because, in Wrestlemania your past conquests won't mean anything and your little toadies can't protect you, Ricky. That's right Ricky Martin, I'm calling you into the Steel Cage. There will be no one to help you, no way out. And when I meet you in the Steel Cage you will tremble in fear, for only then, after I've left you broken and bloody, will you realize that none can survive the wrath of... Rez-Nor!
And before I forget, please, no feeding the bears...
-Ranger Joe
Sunday, May 16, 2004
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| The World's Tallest Midget:: Joe | | 7:01 PM |
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Alrighty, I don't want to die anymore. Pretty vicious run-in with the ol' sinuses yesterday, but thankfully the worst has passed (leaving only the refreshing scent of Brut) In either case, I am back and more or less happy to be so. While refreshing, vacations--especially the variety where no personal work is actually done--seem to be largely counterproductive if over extended. As it stands, my little break from the world seemed to be just about the right length (horrible illness on the return notwithstanding).
Along those lines, however, no writing was accomplished, no progress on any long term projects made and, aside from a promising snippet between myself and Ungeziefer, no musical headway was made. But I did sleep a lot and got to eat at a variety of tasty botique-style resturaunts otherwise unavailable to me. So what does all this mean, you ask? It means I have a lot of catch-up work to do. I'm setting an informal deadline for the short story for the end of next week and beginning of June as a start date for the rest of lilies of the field. Of course these are informal at best and are likely to be disposed of at my first convenience, but it does effectively mark the beginning of guilt for not getting more accomplished. So, there's that...
Finally, a parting tongue in cheek dedication to a certain Playtpus:
A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject.
-Sir Winston Churchill
-Joe
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