It’s early morning on the east coast of the US and I’m about to head to the airport to go to NECSS. While there, I expect a lot of people to ask where my husband is. To at least partially (maybe [sort of]) alleviate the awkwardness and pre-address the conference gossip machine, I though I would mention this here for regular readers: we’ve been separated for the past several months and are planning a divorce. Things just didn’t work out the way we had hoped, and there’s no ill will.
As you may guess, it’s just not something I’m interested in talking about. This post i s just something I felt necessary considering our very public wedding, but I’ve turned off comments because I don’t want or need further speculation or even notes of sympathy.
Okay, now here’s an animated .gif of Thom Yorke dancing with a bear.