There are times when BritBox's Muse is feeling frisky and fully engaged. Oh, the beautiful words that she whispers into BritBox's ear! Slow down, there are too many to type; so full of emotion and deep, deep meaning! There are also times when the Muse is preoccupied and somewhat depressed. Those are the days when BritBox comes home to find the Muse sitting in BritBox's favorite chair, in her underwear and all liquored up, watching The Andy Griffith Show reruns on cable TV. The Muse makes a frightful commotion as she hurls obscenities and empty sour mash bottles at the TV screen. Does she really think that the actors can hear her? BritBox mumbles something about checking the air in the Triumph tires and slips out to the garage for one or two or six hours. The rest of the family discreetly eases out of the driveway to go shopping; maybe farther out of town this time? Yes, that should do.

Once roused and fully lucid, BritBox's Muse can only be quieted by BritBox's nervous, fragmented Web posting. It's the only thing that works, really! And also by giving her a deluxe pizza, a six-pack of Bud Light, and a carton of Marlboro menthol cigarettes. A Muse's needs are actually quite simple.

BritBox's needs are also simple: BritBox just wants to publish content that is entertaining, informative, and annoying. The process of composing it is like Chicken Soup for the Brain. Don't read it for BritBox's sake, though; please read it for the Muse!