Today my mother said I was plaguing her work life! Apparently, when she communicates via email with a certain consulting firm, her name doesn’t come up in the field—mine does! And even when she manages to banish me on her end, Liquorstore Bear still crops up for her client!
Of course I was overjoyed to hear this. It’s nice to know one’s name is getting around. But my mother has been a little short-tempered with me. So I’m doing the Right Thing and confining myself to the closet with a can of AC/DC beer. Named for one of Scarybear’s favorite bands, AC/DC beer is incredibly ordinary, if that’s not too oxymoronic for you, and delivers 5% alcohol in a grainy, light, German-style lager. So, yes, I totally love it. And even though I’d like to say more about it, nobody’s willing to do my typing.
Liquorstore Bear 
Your mum will have to log on to google and set up her own account to “fix” the problem. Once google attributes a name to an account, it’s over.
Becoming a closet drinker won’t help. However, if you drag out the 8-track player in the back of the closet, crank up Highway to Hell and Problem Child, and keep the beer going, your NaNoWriMo exhausted parents might decide to join you!
AC/DC confuses me. They refused forever to put their music on iTunes (I can only assume for the “you can’t break up the artistic integrity of an AC/DC album” reason), but they slap their name and logo on a beer. Maybe the reason was that they were just making more money not being on iTunes. I don’t know…maybe it’s not inconsistent.
Ah well, I must say that sometimes I have an itch that only those juvenile now-geriatrics can scratch.
True enough, and I always think the lead singer, no matter which one it is, needs a beer. It’s gotta hurt doing a show…