Wow. Okay, so apparently Feedburner has lost its mind. Those of you who subscribe to the email list probably thought I’d reached new heights of slothfulness when you got an email yesterday containing a post from February. You were thinking, “Dang, Moody, if you’re going to try to recycle some old post, the least you could do is pick one that was more than 3 months old. That way, you know, you might have a chance of passing it off as new material. Or perhaps if you’re too lazy to actually write, you should consider plagarism. Sure it’s intellectual theft, but we don’t care if you regurgitate someone else’s work as long as we have something new to read.”
Alas, I did not try to Jedi Mind-trick you into thinking I’d posted something new Wednesday. And have no idea where that feed has been spending its time since February. The Bermuda Triangle? Area 51? Walmart?
About that old post…um, yeah, I didn’t go. I know, I know. I got you all worked up with that poll and everything, and then I just couldn’t make myself do it. Even Hubster was like, “Don’t go—why should you burn a whole day on that?” That was all the enabling I needed to blow it off. I’m pretty easy to enable. Sorry. I guess if you want to know about the wisdom circle, you’re going to have to go to one of those things yourself. What was that? You say you don’t want to actually have to go participate and try to keep a straight face all stinkin’ day when you could be sitting at Starbucks or yard saling? Yeah, well, me neither, so I guess that’s one juice box worth of wisdom we’ll never have. Amazingly enough, the absence of this knowledge doesn’t make me feel the least bit incomplete. Shocking, I know.
Note to Union Hospital: While it didn’t bother me in the least (in fact, it gave me blog material), some more sensitive types might get a little freaked out by being asked if they have a living will prior to a routine, non-invasive procedure like my recent ultrasound. I realize that you have your standard battery of questions, but seriously—living will?
Of course, it’s not the first time I’ve been asked that. You know, when you have a surgery, they ask you stuff like that just in case they somehow scramble your brain in the process of making your newpple. “Gee, we’re sorry that your wife is now a vegetable, Mr Foodie, but we did have to harvest tissue for the nipple from somewhere, and since your wife obviously doesn’t use her cerebral cortex much, we thought that was as good a place as any.”
And, we are talking about me, here, she for whom everything is a blog post. So, you know, they really could be concerned that I might not make it out of there alive, and I’d still be taking mental notes for a later entry. But, some folks are kind of sensitive to that whole brain death thing. So, Union Hospital, you might want to re-think the necessity of some of those questions. Just sayin’.