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...