This should not have been a surprise to myself. I've had an extensive history of jinxing myself.
Now, yes I should have said something before they had that massive memorial service that closed Washington two Friday's ago, but at least it's good to know that now with everyone thinking I'm gone, I won't be drugged and whisked away to Cuba in the dead of night.
Nope, I wasn't detained in Gitmo or Abu Gharib where the powers that be could test novel ways to subvert the law. (Memo: "It is our legal opinion that we do not have to follow prisoner treatment treaties because many folks within the administrations cannot actually read or understand the treaties in question.")
Nor has my weblargh been shut down by Dave Winer due to the inability to figure out how to host them. (An aside: From reading that back and forth disaster, I'm now more convinced that someone will wind up dead because of his or her weblargh.)
Nor have I gotten a contract to host a show on MSNBC. There's still time, though. MSNBC is falling toward public access-level ratings. They're either going to just say "Ah, hell!" and open the show up to any semi-literate biped, or begin to rerun NBC Telemundo's telenovela. I'm hoping for the latter, and letting me guest-star -- preferredly on days where the plot takes us to a pool, or the beach.
Nope, for the past 20 plus days, I slept. It was nice to sleep. These past several months, I had forgotten how nice sleep was. Oh, how I miss sleep.