Last time we checked in with My Muse, he was pulling a Michael Flatley and generally being a slave to the rhythm.
You might remember that the Muse has a way of morphing into just about any character I need him to be, from angelic icon to dainty middle-aged princess. He's even gone cowboy on occasion.
This week, he got a press kit in the mail with yet another head adornment:
You have no idea how disconcerting to be working on something serious and then turn to see him sitting like this at his desk.
Either that carpeting goes, or I go.
Posted by: cessna at July 16, 2005 10:20 AM