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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, September 25, 2004
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| Fish in a barrel:: Joe | | 5:28 PM |
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Okay, I know, making fun of Britney Spears descent into the Michael Jackson sphere of pop star reality isn't much of a challenge. That being said, how can you not make a comment on her recent almost marriage to dancer boy? For the full story check out The Smoking Gun.
Now I can understand getting tired of messy prenuptial agreements and such. But the fact that negotiations have apparently stalled might indicate dancer boy might be looking for more than a lovely bride and eternal happiness. Yup, 'boy lookin' to get paid, yo.
Must be a rough gig. Sleep with Britney. Live with Britney. Leave Britney. Take Britney's money with you. Of course, I'm sure that his career as a background dancer is suffering immensely because of all the time he has to take out of his busy schedule to woo his fiance. That and I suppose he has to listen to her God-awful music. But does he really deserve compensation for it? I think when you ask to marry someone (especially if she buys the ring) you've pretty much released that party from bad-taste liability.
Note to Britney: while watching you publicly melt down has provided me no small degree of amusement (who needs satire when real life is funnier?) perhaps you should take a hint from the Spice Girls and go away for a while. Give your money to charity and move to Wyoming and get a job at a gas station or something. You know, figure out what it means to be a regular human being for a while. After reality has beaten you down and sucked your soul and will to live out of you like a stoner with a Big Gulp, you might be better equipped to handle the nefarious charms of background dancers.
More to the point, if it doesn't, I won't have to hear/read/see every ensuing chapter of your "Candide"-esque trip of naivete and disillusionment. That and you could sell me mid-grade gasoline and Icees. It's win-win.
-Joe
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| Progress Report:: Joe | | 3:15 PM |
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Well, I haven't meant to be neglecting you all, my beloved little webmonkeys. Joe has been busy and greatly so. At the moment I'm listening to the Cards game and working on a piece for the Birdhouse. All this after reworking the new track "Someone, Anyone" so it doesn't suck and getting the latest Feature rolling. (In case you're wondering, the track is sweet as the interview...)
So, on the ol' "To do" list left for the weekend:
1) Sleep more
2) Edit part one of "Softer, Shallow"
3) See "The Forgotten" (already saw "First Daughter" which only made me wish Katie Holmes was my girlfriend and not acting anymore...)
4) Probably drink a Coke or two.
5) Procrastinate a bunch of other stuff.
See? A jam-packed weekend of productivity all for you, my little e-stinkies...
-Joe
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
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| Ship righted:: Joe | | 5:37 AM |
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Well, I avoided having to do a reformat and things seem more or less as they were... with the exception of my file which seems to have given up the ghost. Fortunately, I think I've recreated it pretty well, if I do say so myself. With a little more time it should be more or less where it was before, which means I'm only about a day behind schedule. Which still sucks, but not as bad as having to scrap the entire freakin' thing.
Reviewed cover pictures with one Mr Rex Havoc and the boys (see previous post) and got it narrowed down enough for a certain Mr Platypus Man to hopefully concoct a good thing with. Of course, given the budget of the project I'm lucky he doesn't send me a Xerox of his middle finger, but so it goes.
Also, actually got the first part of "Softer, Shallow" edited and more or less ready to go. I'll need to do another edit to make sure my edits are, well, edited. Hopefully part one will show up on the ol' Fiction page soon enough.
Other happy news, I think I've (finally) got the next Feature lined up--and it's gonna be a dandy. Check back for details as I choose to make them available.
Well, back to the grind...
-Joe
Computer shall die!
Horribly!
Nuked the song and then began a swirling decent into metldown. Backing things up as I write.
Really wasn't woth the time getting up this morning, it seems.
I'm going to stop now for fear of breaking out more expletives than are really necessary.
Might be a while until the next post.
-Joe
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
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| Sleepy Time:: Joe | | 6:59 AM |
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Tired.
Writing in sentence fragments.
Prepositions all over.
Make me itchy.
It's almost poetry.
But unintentional.
Like crapping a Renoir.
Anyway.
Cards win NL Central.
Who's yer daddy now?
Lobbying for a new Feature. Will be sweet.
"Someone, Anyone" 3/4's done. Should be done tomorrow--or later today, depending on how you look at it.
NHL lockout continues.
Note to players/owners--go crap a Renoir.
Very very very very funny thing on Josh's blog. Actually link--look for Nickleback and download MP3. Too funny for words. Yet sad.
Cover work continues for book. More later.
I like cheese.
Beat Silent Hill 4.
Again: who's yer daddy?
Johnny Ramone died.
Very sad.
--especially with Britney still running loose.
'night.
-Joe
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