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Bad dates

They killed the evil little monkey in Raiders of the Lost Ark.

They almost killed me, too.

My brand-new Mile High Mamas post is up.

I bet you’ve had some bad dates in your life? Tell us about them!

Morbid

Here’s an uncomfy topic

I was bouncing from a blog here to a blog there and came across a perfectly lovely site which hadn’t been updated since early December. It was my first time there. It is not on my blogroll (in case someone thinks they know what blog I am talking about).

The writer, a woman, wrote how excited she was to be moving soon. Their house was on the market. She got about 22 comments. Then she vanished. No updates. No explanations. No “I’m going private” or “I’m moving to a new address, follow me” and no “I’m giving up blogging, farewell.”

I wondered if maybe she died.

Then I began to think about Lifenut and what would happen to it if I choked to death on a handful of cashews or a plane from the nearby airport crashed into my car as I drove (alone) to the mall. Morbid-make-the-6pm-news thoughts.

Would my husband write a post, saying I’m toast?

Would he legally inherit my blog and all it’s contents? He can have it, as long as he doesn’t sell the film rights to the Lifetime Movies for Lonely Women Network.

Should I write a post to be made public in the event of an unfortunate and fatal dog-sledding accident, with instructions to my husband to publish it posthumously with a pre-approved photo?

If you were six feet under or ashes sprinkled out of a hot air balloon tomorrow, would your readers know?

What, if any, obligations do we have as bloggers to explain ourselves to readers if we decide to stop writing?

And who would play you in the movie made of your life?

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