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Mr. Man is down with the Alien Death Flu, and I've been busy trying to wrap my mind around the possibility of taking on the single biggest challenge of my life---running a festival kitchen that services about 2000 people for 4 days. Terrifying thought, and strangely thrilling all at the same time. My brain is definitely not in a writing kind of place. The whirring sound that is going on in there is too distracting. If you happen to see smoke coming out of my ears, please put me out before my brain totally burns up.