esterday, I fielded six different messages from friends who were wondering why I didn’t come to SXSW. They are sad I’m not there. I am sad I’m not there. It’s the first time in 10 years I’ve missed the big shebang. Why didn’t I go? Simple. You failed to buy me a plane ticket. Well, somebody failed on this count. And mama is broke, yo. Tax season doesn’t pay for itself.

The fact that I wasn’t going to SXSW didn’t strike me as a reason not to write about it. And so we have my story in today’s Morning News, a pretend review of the fest. Ha, ha, hipster bloggers: I scooped all of you.