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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...

	The confession of a guilty conscience.:: Joe		5:03 AM

Well, in my seemingly eternal search for amusement I've taken to doing on-line personality tests and the like. I'm still waiting to be told I'm a complete sociopath, but maybe if I keep working at it. Anyway, the most common place to find such trinkets is regrettably on-line dating sites. My most recent foray has been the infamous eHarmony site featuring that creepy doctor who wants us all to be happy (you know, the guy who looks like a mixture of Mr. Rodgers, Barney Fife and a child molester?) So what did I learn about myself? That apparently that when I take those tests I answer with the "wussy" side of my brain. Odd, no?

Here are some highlights:
-I have a basic need to be supportive of others.
-I have a lenient and complacent nature.
-If I ever find an unlucky soul who could be Mrs. Joe (God forbid.) I should prepare my "case" in advance and do my homework. (Try not to snicker aloud at these...)

and my personal favorite:
-Minimize risks by providing assurances for participation.

Now I'm not sure where all of you hail from, but that last one is generally called "felonious restraint" here. Joe doesn't want to go to the big house to find love. Not even a little. And they should be ashamed for suggesting such a thing.

I'm not sure why it's so amusing to plug generic answers into a computer program to see who a computer model says you are. Maybe it's because we want to know we're destined for greatness. Or at least be able to laugh when it says that we're Charles Manson. Who knows? Anyone? Suggestions?

Well, I actually got some long-overdue stuff done this evening and am currently kicking back listening to a little Schumann. Got the follow-up interview with Ray written and I'm currently waiting for my e-mail to work again so I can send it to him. Dust has been busy man so the Fiction and Feature pages have yet to be updated (sorry everyone) but they're ready to go and could appear at a moment's notice, so keep checking back.

Still kicking around an idea for a novel. I've got the beginning and a rough format in mind which leaves the middle and an ending. Needless to say it's still not up and running. Ahhhh, "Soma" by the Smashing Pumpkins is playing now. Tis a good thing.

On a side note, I've now got a novel 98% finished (All Things Right and Beautiful, not something new, in case you were wondering) and an album about 95% done, so, as I've threatened a million times before, I'm contemplating a change of scenery. You heard it here first. No plans specifically, but I always promised myself that I'd get another album done and a (good) novel under my belt and then take a look where I'm at. Well, I'm starting to look. Don't worry, Joe-Mammy.com will continue to be a part of future plans as far as I see it now, but I thought it would be fair of me to let you all know what the machinations going on behind the scenes here at Mammyland were.

Now if I'd actually sold a novel and an album you can bet your ass some things would be changing around here...

-Joe

	Gack. :: Joe		5:01 AM

Hiedy ho, my darling Mammylings.

It's been a busy but largely uneventful weekend here at Crabbey Road Studios. Finished "Wretched" and some other minor tweaking and lots and lots of busy work. Things are starting to clear up a bit and hopefully some sort of cohesion is immeninet.

As for me, I'd hoped to get a bit more done, but I did catch all my movies ("The Incredibles" kicks more ass than should be allowed by law, by the way...) and get music stuff done. Now however, I just feel tired and sickly. Such is the life I lead.

"Mortos der Soul Stealer" is playing in the background right now. It's at the "sammich!" part. Good times.

So, I didn't get any of the writing done I was hoping to this weekend. There's going to be a follow-up Feature with Ray Mileur of the Birdhouse upcoming as well as the usual reviews and some other odds and ends. I'm kicking around the idea for a new short story (possibly novel) but it's not quite there. In the end, either it's there or it's not, so I make no promises.

I can tell when I'm not feeling well--I have this seemingly indecipherable urge to start every sentence with either "So" or "Anyway" and end each one with "so it goes..." So it goes.

Perhaps I'll still get a little writing done this evening. It would be nice to get a dent in some of these projects that seem to be bottlenecking on me, but it's after 5 in the morning and I just kind of want to go into a coma. It's a tough call. Honest.

Hopefully soon I'll have at least a little something worth reporting for the Mammy faithful out there. In the meantime, um, watch this and realize that as sad as your lives might be, it could still get much, much, much worse...

-Joe