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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, October 23, 2004
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| Produce is happiness when free...:: Joe | | 3:17 AM |
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I like grocery shopping at 2 in the morning. No lines, no army of screaming infants (and if there are you can feel perfect justified at your irritation with the parents) and, tonight, free stuff. The local grocery has a kinda hipster (in a punk sorta way, not like Hilary Duff...) guy on night shift. Well, I bought some produce and the little scanner thing wasn't cooperating with the register, so after trying a couple times he just looked at me and muttered "fuck it" and tossed it with the rest of my groceries. Only a couple bucks difference, but I don't get free stuff very often so it twas sweet. Yea!
Happy Birthday to man with the plan, the guy with the vision, the dude who got the beat the living crap out of Bruce Campbell on a regular basis: Sam Raimi. Joe-Mammy.com salutes you!
-Joe
Friday, October 22, 2004
So yeah, it's been a hectic coupla days. Kicking off with the unscheduled field trip (see previous post) and then working--during the decisive games of the NLCS no less all culminating in a weekend off and the Cardinals being crowned NL Champions. Hand me a book deal and this is pretty much the week I've dreamed of.
Speaking of book deals, there's a site that's promoting/sponsoring "National Novel Writing Month," or NaNoWriMo as they call it. Seems like a charming neat idea--which means of course I'm going to have absolutely nothing to do with it. However, any of you out there interested in pumping out 50,000 words in a month take a look at it. Or, if you're like me and just morbidly curious, drop by, too. Encourage the written word, kids, cuz TV is killing us all. Except for Mythbusters--they save babies and cure cancer.
So, other than watching the opening round of the World Series, I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing this weekend. I should do some more writing. I should also do some more music. I should also sleep more, but I'm feeling a bit more sociable than usual for some freakish reason, so maybe going out a night or two is what's actually going to happen. Who knows?
On a side note, unrelated to anything, I tried to drop by Tess Wiley's site earlier in the week and it appears to be, well, gone. Strange. In either case, the interview still is in the Features and her music is still worth checking out. Just might be a little harder to do now.
Right now Virgil is whapping (is that even a real word?) his head against my arm, which means I can try to keep typing here and ignore his whining and barking or I can do something else. Dogs are cool. Next time someone isn't doing what I want them to do I should just start running my head into them until they bend to my wishes.
Or I get arrested.
You know, whichever.
-Joe
Before I forget, check out the unauthorized biography of Walt Whitman...
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
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| Field trip!:: Joe | | 5:50 AM |
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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
Monday, October 18, 2004
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| Sagely words of procrastination...:: Joe | | 10:58 PM |
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Well, it was one of those weekends. Yikes. Much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
And then there was Game 5 of the NLCS tonight.
I never liked Jeff Kent, or Carlos Beltran for that matter.
May birds poop upon their heads. (Preferably Cardinals...)
I still haven't seen any movies in over a week (which honestly feels nice on some level...) but now I'm getting back logged and am seeing my Tuesday being swallowed up quickly. Woo-freakin'-hoo.
I'm going to work on a piece for the Birdhouse tonight and then maybe some other miscellaneous stuff--I've got the next Feature more or less together but there's always something else to be done, right?
Other than that, no real tracks bouncing around in the ol' noodle nor writing projects. It's just cold and rainy and dark. Such are the days of fall in the middle of nowhere. Smoke 'em if you got 'em...
-Joe
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