This is the first year, in about 5 or 6, that I’m not attending SXSW. I feel naked and vulnerable and confused and nonplussed.

Every year I can’t wait to get there and every year I spend a lot of time bitching about what a cluster-eff everything tends to be.

Oh well, the girl-child is having a high ol’ time and (thankfully) calling me nightly with updates on her escapades. …I shall live vicariously…