Muse-o-rama - June 1st, 2006

Or is Antichrist one word? I like it better, one word. Okay, the Antichrist and his sister are happily at school, the whole day has been spent writing the last chapter of Old Rebel Yeller and I'm now done. It's at the beta factory, getting put into sausage casings. Or failing the meat inspection. Out of my hands for awhile, either way. Taking off tomorrow morning for a weekend in Toronto, going to drive that highway to hell with the Antichrist and his sister strapped to the seats in the back. Turning up the music really loud, cause the driver calls the tunes and those pesky passengers? All together now...but I don't think I want to be teaching the Antichrist any new ones.

Okay, how to embarrass your mother #356: Sing (in a really, really loud voice) Jet Boy Jet Girl in the middle of a crowded Starbucks. When you're five. Serves me right for being in a bloody Starbucks in the first place. But I guess I'm never going back, not after that.