::OUT OF THIS WORLD (OKAY, FINE - OF THIS CITY)::

Beginning at 4:00 PM today, I'm out of town. I will be in Roswell, New Mexico for the Goddard Days Rocket Festival, at which I'll be a performer. I will be staying here (I know, it looks kinda sketchy). My dad is tagging along to assist in driving and general sciencing. He will also serve to fend off alien abductions.

I don't think I'll be able to access the Internet at all. This uncertainty is truly frightening to me. I will miss putting the "sent" in Iridesce Sent.

I get back Saturday afternoon.

I will miss you, my friends. If you need to reach me, my cellphone's outgoing message (as if I'd leave a shy or reserved message, sheesh!) will list a phone number at which I can be reached.

I self-importantly imagine many of you singing the glorious end of this song to yourselves:

"It's a cruel (it's a cruel!)
Cruel summer (leaving me!)
Leaving me here on my own..."
-Bananarama, "Cruel Summer"

Be good, kids.