I know that there's a sizable portion of this site devoted to movies, but I don't mention much beyond my most painful experiences on here. Once again it seems as if the Oscars prompt me to say a little something. First off, Scorcese has been screwed long enough. I haven't even seen "The Aviator" but if you can't give him an Oscar for "Raging Bull" "Goodfellas" "Taxi Driver" or even "Gangs of New York" then when can you? Now I have mad love for the Clint, but "Million Dollar Baby" wasn't even as good as "Mystic River." Clint is the man, but Martin has been ignored for too long. Just ain't right.

Speaking of not right, when you tell your hairstylist (or as I call them, butchers of hair) to "not touch the top" I for one would be infintely appreciative if that advice was heeded. While they might know hair, I am infinitely more qualified on the topic of my hair. And now for lack of listening (again) I'm king of the spikey hair for another 2-3 weeks. They're addicts. They can't help themselves. They hear "none off the top" but when it comes time to "blend" "tease" and "touch up" it all goes down the crapper.

Anyway, I have things that still must be done tonight but I'll leave you with a bit of amusement--it's the abuse buddy you've always wanted, but never could afford...

-Joe

Well, it's been a week. Not a good week, not a bad week, but definitely a week.

On the plus side there is Mammy merch available for boys and girls of all ages. I continue to plow away at little projects here and there which, as of late primarily involves getting Crabbey Road back up and running and, with some replacement gear, lilies of the field just might get done. Yea!

There are rumblings of change on the horizon and beyond that I shall intentionally leave things cryptic and mysterious for the time being. In either case, thanks for dropping in and in closing, here are some wonderfully creepy Jesus images:
Jesus seems particularly interested in the earnings projections for Q4
Jesus loves you, but is afraid of slag
&
Probably the creepiest image of Jesus ever on so many levels.

Later cats...

-Joe

Quote of the day:
"I don't know what cheating is."
--Barry Bonds

Hey, Barry, cheating is doing something that you're afraid to admit to everyone else because, oh, I don't know, they'd think it was cheating. So now Barry can deny cheating because he, unlike what apparently every second grader has figured out--doesn't know what the definition of cheating is. Baseball is cool, even when it's stupid.

In other news, we have official Joe-Mammy apparel goodies. Check out the link in the shop or just go here. Good stuff kids, wear them and be cooler than all your friends. Much, MUCH cooler.

And once again, the interview with Larry Blamire is up and continues to be just plain schweet. And before you say to yourself "Can it be any cooler?" Why yes, yes it can. Suffice it to say that there are other Features in the works and you'll figure out that Larry is just the tantalizing and yummy first course of a big ol' dinner of interview goodness. In other words, dig in, but save your appetite.

New Over the Rhine track from their upcoming album is on their website. I strongly suggest you listen to it and be amazed. I'm a proud guy, but I have no qualms about being an OtR groupie on my own Blog. You'll thank me.

I'm sure there's something I'm forgetting, but it'll wait.

-Joe

I'm pleased to announce that the Larry Blamire interview is now up and ready for public consumption. It's good stuff kiddies and rocks harder than most folks do their entire lives. Actually, Larry was kind enough to drop me a follow-up e-mail and give me some updated info (which should be appearing as a little postscript to the interview in the next couple o' days).

I'm tired now, but here's something frantic and stupid for you. It makes me smile.

-Joe

Remember the infamous burrito incident back in October? Well, maybe I'm naive or just dumb, but I've been going 'round and 'round with the hospital billing department. Now I thought I'd paid my bill and everything was just ducky... until I got another bill. Turns out that when you really, really need medical attention they charge you twice. Once for the doctor and once for their "facility charge." Now it begs the question which one can I complain about when I got to stand in reception for five minutes with my hand bleeding all over the damn place while the receptionist was very busy ignoring me so she could explain in-depth parking validation to some lady.

So the question is now, next time (should there be a next time) can I stand outside and have the doctor come out to stitch me up in the parking lot--after all I'd hate to utilize their oh-so-precious cot space. I didn't used to understand why people were always so gung-ho about suing hospitals thereby raising malpractice insurance and costs across the board, but I get it now--hospitals are jerks and, granted malpractice costs are stupid high, they earn their lawsuits by being assholes. Note to hospital folk: act like normal decent human beings--the rest of us a) don't get to charge for an hour when we do 10 minutes of work, b) get to collect our pay even if we don't take care of the problem c) get to charge multiple times for the exact same thing and d) get to utilize an extensive legal corps to enforce our backwards and greedy agenda.

In other news, the Birdhouse has gone through a major upgrade. I've got a new little piece on-line so check it out. It's looking good with all sorts of new features that make it worth the price of admission, IMO.

Anyway, here's a little bit of silly novelty for your consumption.

And check out All Things Right and Beautiful.

-Joe

I thought about throwing this on the end of another post, but impulse control has never been one of my strong points.

In an age of political strife and referendum plebiscite politick, here's something I think we can all finally get behind.

Do it for America.

-Joe

I'm finally getting caught up on my reviews and am doing "Alone in the Dark" and ran across this little beauty from the Chicago Tribune:

[Tara Reid's] performance as curator Aline Cedrac is horrific, with the diction of a moron, the expressiveness of a block of wood and the wardrobe of Streetwalker Barbie. And Tara, it's pronounced "Noofundlend," not "NewFOUNDlayund."

Some days I really wish I'd thought of something first--and that's a beaut. In case you're wondering "Alone in the Dark" is a masterpiece of horror--never before have I been so afraid that there will be a sequel than I was after sitting through this turd.

I like that line. I think I'll put it in my review. Whee!

Here's a little ray of comic joy in the meantime.

-Joe

Well, things march on. No real news since last week at this point (which means, of course, as soon as I finish this there'll be something...) Still working on getting more Features lined up and procrastinating my movie reviews.

Perhaps this is old hat, but I just ran across this and thought it powerful funny. Check here if you want to see all the ads in the series...

More news as it becomes available.

-Joe

2005 is off, and shaping up to be sweet.

I've got one Feature lined up that I'm following up with this very moment and a couple other potentials in the wings (I'm coming for you, Bruce Campbell...) and I'm very excited about all of them, but if the potentials come through it'll be greatly sweet. In either case, I, your faithful Mammylord (making up words is fun...) continue to develop the little website of love for all of you.

Of course it would be no fun if I actually told you who the next Feature is, but everything in time.

And the Ray part II interview should be up--it must've gotten lost or some such thing. But keep an eye open and I'll of course let you know when it appears. The rough version should be available on the Birdhouse in their archives.

Anyway, just another tease in a long line of teases about the future. But this time something's actually gonna happen, I swear...

(subliminal message: buy All Things Right and Beautiful or other charming goodies)

-Joe