the noodle goes underground

The family and I will be starting our holiday (in the British sense of the word) down on the south coast this morning. We've rented a nice little cottage overlooking the sea near Port Orford. We plan on seeing redwood trees, drinking wine, walking along the beach, and sitting in the hot tub (among other things). We do not plan on consuming or producing any form of media other than music, books, and (for ms. wobs) the New Yorker.

Which is all for the best. Yes, yes, I know that the four days before the election are the most important, etc. etc. However, the four days before the election are also the most toxic if you're a media junkie: saccharine sweet ads about candidates who love children and senior citizens combined with the media frenzy over... uh,... anything a Democratic candidate can do that is even mildly scandalous. As they warned at Woodstock, "Don't eat the brown acid." This time, I'm listening.

I'll be back Monday with an evening Punk Rock Monday and pics of the l'il wobs Halloween extravaganza. Until then, please don't let them break anything!