I’m posting from my phone because I realize how preposterous my blog upkeep has been this week. Forgive (and feel free to mock) the randomness that I hope to post from now through the night.

SXSW is like pregnancy brain–only in lieu of a baby, you get blisters, dry-mouth + herpes. Sorry, but some of these hipsters just scream STD. And seriously, there’s no reason to scream.