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Did you ever notice that when you’re about to go on a spectacular vacation the last few days before you leave you get the feeling that if you had scheduled this thing even a couple days later you would have cracked before the plane left and ended up in a padded cell somewhere peeing on yourself and writing love letters to Martha Quinn in Sanskrit? Maybe it’s just me. My mind is far, far gone and I’ll be amazed and delighted when I make boarding call.

The only non-stressful moment of today was when I was listening to NPR and they were doing a report from SXSW. The reporter was talking about semi-famous singers playing in the streets and said Mary Lou Lord was doing it because the festival is all about commerce and when she plays on the street it’s all about people who want to hear her music. At this point the female anchor chimed in with “Keeping it real.” I lost it. It was a comedic high point in NPR’s history. They’re all about the street cred. I hear Robert Siegel’s getting a “Thug Life” tattoo on his stomach next week.

I’m not leaving a minute too soon. The idiocy over the France thing is reaching painful highs. I don’t think people really think about how big a task they face if they want to eradicate French influence from our lives.

The only thing I’ll miss while I’m gone is the Pigface show. I’ll be ignoring the news (Hey - I work with it every day, so I’m allowed to block it out on vacations), so if the Redneck Across Town starts a war or something silly like that please e-mail me so I can find a hut on an island somewhere down there and stay for a couple years.