And so Rob and I vanished off the earth at South of the Border, never to be heard from again. This is not true, but for those of you who are familiar with that roadside purgatory, does it not seem plausible? Obviously we were heard from again in any case; Goblin’s iPhone ensemble did not just knit itself.

Actually, what vanished is the rest of my sad little travel journal. It, along with some of my other writing, was the unfortunate victim of my transition to Mac OSX 10.5, as I accidentally deleted that file to make more room on my disk. When I think of rewriting the whole thing, it makes my eyes bleed, so I will tell you some interesting things about the trip over the coming week in a less structured format.

But I have two things for you today. The first is, natch, a chupacabra. It wouldn’t be Friday without a chupacabra. This one wants to hug you with is plushy, plushy arms, and his name is Jwer.

And the second is a video posted by TRex on Firedoglake. He calls Jill Scott the new Queen of Soul, and while I don’t know about that, this song makes me happy in a fuck-all-y’all kind of way.