I had a wonderfully exhausting time in Austin this weekend at the Dad 2.0 Summit and the SXSW Conference. Thanks to everyone who sat through my incoherent ramblings. I'm sorry I spit on those of you in the first three rows. And thanks to all of you writerly types who I really wish I could hang out with every weekend, and occasionally on Wednesdays, because there's no good TV on that night. In no particular order: John, Whit, Michael, Andy, A.J., Kevin, Catherine, Laura, Kristen, Julie, Liz, Ron, Craig, Doug, Danielle, Heather, Michael, Jon, Angus, Mike, Roby, Charlie, Clay, Brad, Jack, Jim. You are all amazing and smart and cool and you all inspire the shit out of me, and the fact that you're all really, really nice people frankly pisses me off a bit, because really? You can't just have a slight flaw that might make me feel better about myself? Anyway, here is the only picture I took the entire four days I was there. It's the inside of a Porta-John:
