Since I’ve already gotten word that a few people have organized a search party to look into my disappearance for the last seven days, I would like to take this moment to apologize for letting the lights on the blog go dark this past week. I could go through the usual gamut of excuses—“My dog ate the Internet,” etc. but I have a legitimate absence (and a note from Mom) this time…I’ll try to fill in some of the details without getting too graphic.
There was a time in my young life when I was invincible when it came to eating…and because I’ve never really been a “breakfast-y” kind of person (I have sort of come around as I’ve gotten older) I would often select items from the menu that are not normally associated with the first meal of the day. For example, before fast food places hopped on the McMuffin bandwagon there was a time in this country when you could order a hamburger for breakfast and no one would blink twice…now you have to wait until in the am before they “start serving lunch.” (There are still places you can go where this is possible—Denny’s, IHOP, etc.—but it’s just not the same.) I remember a time from my youth when my family was on vacation somewhere out in the Midwest (I’m thinking around Illinois) and we went to this greasy spoon where you could actually order a chili dog for breakfast…which I think may have sparked my lifelong breakfast irresponsibility.
Anything in the fridge that needed to be tossed fairly soon was fair game for breakfasting during my carefree bachelorhood days—and among the food items frequently chosen was cold pizza, something that became as familiar to me as…well, as toast, juice and coffee to the average person, I suppose. Last Wednesday, we had a few pieces of leftover ‘za in the fridge (from the Transmetropolitan, the best place in the
to get a slice) here at Castle Yesteryear and so I decided to have a couple as
the first meal of the day. Classic City
Alas…I am not a young man anymore. My days of getting by on donuts and Mountain Dew for breakfast are behind me, but every now and then my body needs to remind me of this…and it generally does so in a rude fashion, far beyond nudging or loud throat-clearing. The pizza bestowed upon me intense
abominable abdominable tummy ache that
literally felt like a couple of the neighbor kids were playing jump rope with
my intestines. This lasted well unto
Sunday morning, when my system finally decided it had finished giving my body the
equivalent of a swirly and found some other kid to pick on. I was pretty sore from the experience and so
I needed to rest up a couple more days (I had planned to get a Mayberry
Mondays up on that same day, but a last-minute babysitting session with
my nephew put that on the backburner).
I continue to argue that the pizza gave me a mild bout of food poisoning; mostly because of the excruciatingly painful stomach cramps…my mother has a dissenting opinion, probably because she loves pizza and doesn’t want us to give up eating it anytime soon. (It’s possible she is correct about this—I’m not a doctor, though I do find I get free drinks if I tell the bartender I am.) Nevertheless, this experience has left me a sadder but wiser individual…and I think there’s a lesson for all of us to learn here.
But I’ve remembered that I needed to announce a winner in Thrilling Days of Yesteryear’s That ‘70s Show giveaway…and I’m pleased to reveal…that there wasn’t one. I had one person enter the thing, and since he had already won one of the previous contests I sort of had to eliminate him as a contestant. So I have set Seasons 3 and 4 on a shelf for another time…and I’ll also announce another contest later today (I’m hammering out the details right now, in tandem with an “Overlooked Films” post).
For those of you who missed the regular features last week—my humblest apologies. I’m going to do whatever I can to get back on track but I will warn you in advance that I’m facing a deadline on an outside project and if it turns out I can’t juggle the two I may have to jettison blog stuff. Once again, thanks to all who e-mailed to make sure I was okay.