I read a blogpost earlier that was addressed to the Freshly Pressed Olympic Selection committee: Dear WordPress…What Am I, Chopped Liver?.
I was inspired. In an effort to determine how long I have been blogging, and therefore how many days I have succeeded in avoiding becoming Freshly Pressed (face it; it sounds a bit painful, after all), I found a cool site that does that figuring out for you!
What coolness yonder breaks! Go there if you are practicing constructive procrastination!
Remember the old days when you had to do some fancy paper-pencil calculation to figure out such irrelevant drivel? I, for one, am offering up a prayer of gratitude for this heretofore undreamed of convenience!
Which reminded me of how lucky I am to have an automatic washer, unlike that poor osteoporosis sufferer-in-training above, who delighted in the state-of-the-art wringer machine she received one special Mother’s Day or anniversary. Diamonds, schmiamonds.
I am guessing that that wringer action is what being Freshly Pressed is like. This is my response to my friend Princess Rosebud‘s post bemoaning her own tenure as an NFP (Not Freshly Pressed) blogger: make it cool to be NFP! I’m at 631 proud, mediocre blogger days. I have also managed to keep my Twitter following down to exactly 20. That’s some exclusive club, man.
Further research led me to this gem, a blast from the past from Le Clown, who has since been Pressed. Good to know that we were, at least for awhile, in good company.