(Term shamelessly stolen from Steve.)

So, the “next one” I mentioned previously is fast approaching: my ten-and-a-half-hour flight to George Bush International Airport (I feel dirty) heads out on Wednesday morning, giving Steve and myself ten and a half hours to fight deliberate over which panels we’ll be attending – not to mention which evening events we’ll be attending apart from, obviously, ultimate geek bowling experience. The hotel – the Radisson, for those of you who are wondering – and the flights are all booked (as the result of precisely zero effort on my part), the travel insurance is bought, the dollars are purchased, the obligatory business cards are printed, the packing is not quite done yet not even started.

To anyone who happens to read this blog and is going to be at SXSW, try to find me before 20:00 on Monday 13th, as after that Faruk and Steve will have combined their powers and driven me insane.

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