It's the first day of SXSW and so far I'm pleased. We're up and ready to go in Registration and I've already seen an amazing example of velveeta-ness. To whit:
Also, the Blood and Tissue Center called me this morning and requested that I come in for a blood donation, not just because they're low on my blood type, but specifically for me. Like the red blood cells, platelets, and plasma I make in my bone marrow. I didn't know whether to be flattered or surveiled (is that a feeling? One of being monitored?). They need fresh drawn blood tomorrow for someone who's having surgery and apparently I match them well as far as antibodies, etc. The impression I got was that I'll donate tomorrow morning while a courier waits to whisk it away. I hope the surgery goes well or else they might hunt me down at the convention center for more.