Wednesday, 3:31pm
San Francisco, CA
“It crawled into my hand, honest…” (The Fuggs, circa 1967)

Howdy…

I’m off having more fun than you this week…

… meeting up with a bunch of crazy writers in Baghdad By The Bay for a nice gourmet feast (delivered by the world-renown “Beer Chef”, who pairs super-delicious fare with micro-brews instead of boring old wine)…

… followed by, well, being in San Francisco with a bunch of crazy writers.

Oh, there will be stories.

I suggest you follow us on Twitter.  (It’s the Usual Suspects at the core of this adventure: Harlan, Morgan, Lorrie, Kevin, Garf, Curly, Mark, Dahl, etc.)

If you’re not following me on Twitter… first, get your head examined, then check in at www.twitter.com/johncarlton007.   (Don’t forget the “oo7″ part.  Some other doofus nailed “johncarlton” long ago — turns out, it’s a fairly common name.  Not that I’ve ever met one of the imposters personally…)

And while you’re waiting for me to get back (probably early next week) and start posting on this blog again…

… take this opportunity to go back through the archives and get hip to why this blog is so popular in the first place.

There’s almost 5 years of good stuff waiting for you.

So, indulge.

And I’ll see you back here in a few days.

If, that is, I survive the weekend in SF.

Stay frosty,

John