(No not “hiatus”. The old crew knows what “hiatus” means. This is a good thing we’re talking about here.)
As of 5:01PM EST… I have officially gone on vacation.
Unless you count occasional bouts of unemployment, and the times I’ve been locked up and/or institutionalized… this is my first REAL vacation FROM work since 1988.
I love you all, but the web is the LAST place I want to spend my time.
If you lived in a resort community with two pools, a golf course, recreational staff and a nightly Hawaiian show… well, you would feel the same way too.
I’ll probably be hanging around behind the scenes tweaking things, and catching up on other projects. The kiddies are already waaaay ahead of me in the sunburn department, and I feel I need to catch up with them.
Maybe I’ll watch some TV too…

…who knows I may come back as one of those moronic warblogging nitwits? (Banner shamelessly swiped FROM Beastie.)
There’s plenty of coke in the fridge, and some great sites to surf on my links page.
And go give Chey and Todd-n-Robyn some love, k?
I’m outta here…
So long, suckers,
-e-
// Updated 10:48 PM: Comical Ali is back. Unconfirmed rumors say he’ll be replacing Letterman this summer. (via Fancy Robot)
Ding Dong, the bigot’s dead!* Strom Thurmond dead at 100. (via me and AP)
I’m off to watch Stripperella. Don’t let me catch none of you wimmen watching the network-not-allowed-to-be-called-SpikeTV, the ONLY network for men™!!!
(You know, it’s only a cartoon version of her movie Barb Wire… what, were they afraid of getting sued by Jane Fonda for naming it “Barbarella” next?)
* // UPDATE 6/28: Probably the smartest thing I’ve read all weekend:
“He was a stupid old man. Let him be. And if you do rejoice, don’t complain about people thanking Jesus for Paul Wellstone’s aircraft maintenance.”
–Reverend Mykeru –
Considering we met as we were both appalled at the fiendish glee that some people shared over a girl being ripped in half by a bulldozer, this is some very sage advice. I think it’s time I started thinking before pressing “submit” on a kneejerk reaction.
(Of course the tickets for my OWN funeral are still selling like hotcakes among all my hataz. Hey, what are ya gonna do?)