It's not you, it's me*

So, it's official. Teh Internets and I have broken up. And it's sad, of course. But the timing is right.

I'll be away from the tubes for most of the next month, first on a work trip to Miami (yes, I know; life is hard), then on a three-week tour, which will take me to the places listed here. (Yes, TBA is a real city; we really like playing there. A lot.)

I suspect my co-bloggy friend Ryan will keep you entertained with the every-so-often blogging that is his wont. Be nice to him. He owes me a lot of wine, so I try to stay on his good side, hoping in vain that he'll pony up already.

I'll be checking e-mail on occasion, but not too often. If I don't respond to your e-mail, it's not necessarily because I don't like you. It may be that I'm trapped inside a Ford Windstar, hurtling down a freeway in the middle of the night—lost, cold, hungry, and happy.

*yeah, yeah, "it's I"; whatever.