As Newscoma was off-line for a about a day and a half, I think we are back. If not, I’m writing this to myself.

This weekend was quite wonderful (even though SQ and I both have a cold from hell. I’m finding that this is true of everyone I know. I’m calling it Captain Trips as we are all snot-a-riffic. If it’s not the coughing getting you, it’s the drowning in your own fluids. Damn you, Captain Trips.)

kd lang was wonderful and we went with our contest winners Fried Apple Pie and The Little Red-Headed Girl, whom are lovely and fun. For SQ and I, lang was amazing. She sings with such strength and resonance that it sweeps through you. She is incredible and I was pleased to see her on stage although I’m sure that I gave everyone Captain Trips at the Ryman.

I am generous that way.

On our way back to cover the soccer finals and Octoberfest at Hoots, we ran into Sarcastro at Target, where we discussed midgets, the state of the nation, Emmylou Harris and that after years of not living in Nashville that my georgraphical information regarding the ‘burbs is poor. And you need to see the video over at his place. I’ve watched it at least five times.

Thus, back in Hoots, we went to Octoberfest, where we visited, took a few pictures and I curled up into a regular coma on Sunday while my blog floated out in cyberspace, lost and lonely without my tender loving care.

One last note, eight more days of the election. Then we see what happens because after the election in 2000, it ain’t over until it’s over.