I'm Not Even Sure It's Wednesday

Oh hello there.

You might remember me; I'm The Goo, sometimes I'm the Rock Ninja, and when I'm feeling particularly full of panache, I've even been known as the Rawk Ninja.

I used to write this blog.

That's before I got taken down in the prime of my March with pneumonia. I'm finally starting to feel better, albeit I still went to bed last night at 8 p.m. and still woke up late at 8:15 this morning. Some stuff has happened in the last few weeks, although none of it is true, since evidently, March decided to finish up while I was sick, and now it's April.

I really did see a dead body, though!

I am not a huge fan of April Fool's Day, having suffered pretty mercilessly at the hands of my five older brothers. I also did not like emerging from my pneu-coon and only to have no idea what is real and what is fake. Evidently, Al Gore has not decided to run as an independent with Michael Bloomberg as his veep as Grist reported. My explosive exclamation of a very, very naughty word at my office was probably somewhat unnecessary. Sadly enough, the BBC has not found flying penguins that will be arriving on your doorstep shortly, nor has a loof lirpa escaped from the National Zoo and munched its way through Cleveland Park. I fell for each of these. I hate this stupid, stupid day.

Interestingly enough, there's a fair amount of news, including the launch of gmail,that people think is a hoax because of the date it's reported. There've actually been some sad instances in which people died, like the unfortunately-monikered April Fool's Tsunami of 1946.

But some of that's kinda sad, so I'll leave you on a happy note - the 100 greatest April Fool's Jokes. My favorite:

San Serriffe In 1977 the British newspaper The Guardian published a special seven-page supplement devoted to San Serriffe, a small republic located in the Indian Ocean consisting of several semi-colon-shaped islands. A series of articles affectionately described the geography and culture of this obscure nation. Its two main islands were named Upper Caisse and Lower Caisse. Its capital was Bodoni, and its leader was General Pica. The Guardian's phones rang all day as readers sought more information about the idyllic holiday spot. Few noticed that everything about the island was named after printer's terminology. The success of this hoax is widely credited with launching the enthusiasm for April Foolery that gripped the British tabloids in subsequent decades.