Is it bad

Is it bad when the day you declare yourself the AntiPope you get struck down with a Biblical size case of the flu that has you bed-bound for a week? Probably!

But I am one to look on the brightside of things, so lets see what hasn't befallen me since my delaration:

• My first born son has not died (this may have been facilitated by my lack of a first born son).
• no intra-cetacean episodes to speak of.
• no one I know turned into a condiment and/or a spice.
• thumbscrews were applied, but they were just to take my mind off my headache and had nothing to do with any inquisitions or inquiries.
• no fire, no brimstone, just Nyquil.
• only temptation from Satan involved night-manager position at Dairy Queen
• not sent to exile in Babylon, in fact, never really left apartment - but I did get to listen to Jimmy Cliff for a while, so I got that going for me.
• Mayor Bloommberg's daughter has yet to ask for my head on platter, although she did ask me for my turducken recipe.
• not expelled from any Garden's, although I was politelly asked not to go back to the salad bar at Olive Garden due to a sneezing fit.