That’s not mine. That’s actually much bigger than mine. Looks like it belongs in Honey Bunches of Oats cereal or something. “Krunchy Kidney Stones”

[Long entry. Feel free to skim. Or skip. There's also lots of issues with conflicting tenses that I was just to lazy to go back and fix.]

I really didn’t want to call an ambulance. I had that feeling of, “Is this really the kind of thing that warrants an ambulance? What if the pain goes away? I’ll feel like such an ass.”

I was at my desk at work last Thursday when the pain came on around my kidney. It grew to a point where I decided to leave work early, about 4:30. As I walked outside it got worse. I bent over, tried to get the pain to go away. Tried to not look weird to the group of ladies going to their cars. I called Emilee and asked if I could come over. I tried getting in my truck but the pain prevented me from sitting. I called her back and asked if she could pick me up. She was on her way.

I trudged over to the front of the building and to the front desk, inside and past the receptionist. I tried again not to look too weird. When the pain was becoming unbearable, I walked over to her, leaned on the desk with rather labored breathing and said, “This is kind of weird. But I’ve got this horrible pain in my side that won’t stop.” “Do you want me to call an ambulance?” she asked. “I think so,” I said.

I slumped against a wall. A guy from work walked by and ran to get me water. Emilee showed up and sat with me. The ambulance came, they loaded me up and took me to the E.R.

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I always find cold-weather sunsets sad.

From Kylie.

Learning to love eachother.

– Posted from my iPhone

A quick for-the-hell-of-it trip. Just needed badly to break from the norm.

GPS tracking powered by InstaMapper.com

And damnit, InstaMapper.com and the associated iPhone app are quite simply the shit.

Let it be known that a soirée at the barn in late May is being considered. Let word ring ’round the social circles, “What, ho! Joey is tossing out the word of another social event of the year at his barn! Spread the word!”

Let it be known.

Here’s an email I sent to a few coworkers the other day. True story.

Doing some research on a piece I’ll be playing soon, I found this:

“Salome is an opera in one act by Richard Strauss to a German libretto by the composer, based on Hedwig Lachmann’s German translation of the French play Salomé by Oscar Wilde. The opera is famous for its Dance of the Seven Veils. It is now better known for the more shocking final scene where Salome makes necrophilic love to the severed head of John the Baptist.”

This piece is to air Monday, the day after Easter. Would it be inappropriate of me to mention this fascinating little nugget of info?

And “Necrophilic Love” is for sure going to be the name of my band when I start one.

Good fun, at what cost? – Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster: “Have you ever lied, stolen or committed adultery within your heart?”

Hmm, where I have I heard this before?

This time it’s directed at whoever is running the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster blog, which focuses largely on the hate mail it receives. What blows my mind, first of all, is that anyone can take the site seriously, and secondly, that they get all worked up and waste the time writing hate mail.

But thank god they do. It makes for some inspiring reading:

Jesus will have no mercy on you fuckers and you will be stuck on earth during the apocacalypes.

Jesus and the F word in the same sentence. It’s brilliant I tell you.

And:

is the church a joke? i mean seriously, FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER?? no offense, but what kind of a god is that? and he has bigger balls than our god?? …
-cassie

And he’s got noodles too.