Do you believe that I have offered up the best weekly tid-bits from my blogosphere 49 other times?  Just a small milestone which makes me wonder if your still hungry…

Girl, Dislocated has declared a potential victory against the healthcare collection hordes that have been hounding her over a bill 4 years in the making.  Once their capitulation is delivered in writing, that’s when there will be a kegger with lots of drugs.  Of course, it’ll probably be amoxicillin, but drugs are drugs dontcha know.

Miss Britt has been raising children of the night this entire time.  At least no self mutilating hair dye jobs were involved.

While on the topic of self-mutilation, Soda has gone and gotten herself inked up some more.  Unfortunately I had the translations checked, and it really reads GONE SHOPPING.  Typical.

Of course Laci also got some new art.  Luckily, hers doesn’t have a misinterpreted meaning.  It just looks like it hurt like a bitch.

Sarcastica has broken the cardinal rule… what happens in college stays in college.  The campus society police are coming for you my dear… soon… really… soon… really… mmmm… maybe not.

KG teaches us an invaluable lesson… you can look but don’t touch… or no party for you!  I will patiently be waiting by my mailbox for my engraved invitation.  Nothing like putting a snarling unedumicated heathen in a room full of college professor types to liven it up.  All your Teddy are belong to us.

While online holiday shopping has become a necessary convenience, Whall shows that online customer service can definitely be worse than the real thing.  At least during the real thing you can smack your hand on something like a table top… or their foreheads to get some sense of satisfaction.

Avi gave us the greatest movies of all time… and in less than sixty seconds.  This is how Titanic SHOULD have played.

Did you have a dip in power recently?  Probably because Amy decided that the astronauts needed to see her house from space.  I think the Snowman and the Gingerbreadman at some point are going to rumble… my money is on Gingey.

Finally, and most importantly…

Tonight Mr. Fab will have Poppy on as a co-host for the Pointless Drivel Live radio show.  Unfortunately I will be working tonight, so I probably won’t get to call in.  I do however have these 5 questions I will need someone to call in and get answered for me:

1) Poppy, if you could chop into pieces any blogger, which one would it be?
2) Fab, how did you prepare for the entity known as Poppy?
3) Poppy, how did you prepare to be a co-host with The Fab (in other words, how many Lemon Drops did you drink last night)?
4) Poppy, please tell us about your newfound joy being at your own domain… and why did it take so damn long?
5) Fab, just out of curiosity, knowing that NYCWD had Poppy as a Special Guest on Cereal Wednesday before you have had her on your radio show… how does it feel to get sloppy seconds?

The show is tonight @ 7:00pm Eastern time, the call in number is (646) 652-4911, and you can listen to it through BlogTalk Radio here.  Whoever calls it in will get a Cereal Wednesday prize package (I’ll need your real addy, and shirt size) that will be the envy of bloggers everywhere… at least until July.

So concludes the 50th edition of Smorgashboard Sunday.  Funny thing… I looked back at the first one… and 4 of the bloggers featured no longer blog, 3 of them made this edition, 1 of them has hopped URLs more than I change my underwear, and the last one has become more of a one sentence blogger.  Maybe he‘s onto something.

As a reward for feeding me with my internal thirst for reading materials… I designed this simple button for those who may want to display their Snacked upon status proudly:

Additionally… because I am beyond benevolent and loving contrary to what some people believe… here is the code for you to use with a permalink directly to this post.  So if your blog was snacked upon today, all you need to do is copy and past the code:

Smorgashboard Sunday is a weekly compilation of interesting posts, pictures, and videos that I have found within the 250+ feeds of personal or personal related blogs that I currently read.  Due to the volume of blogs and the 10-12 posts I limit myself to comment on, there may be times when posts that you author do not appear.  This is not to say that you did not have a good post, or an important post, or even a post I did not read because in all likelihood I did indeed read it.  This simply means that for that week(s) that you are excluded… well… I thought other posts were better choices for the Snacking.  This does not mean I don’t like you, I don’t love you, or that I don’t read you.  It just means that for that week(s), I chose other posts but there is always the possibility of next week.  Unless.

Unless you cry, whine, send me e-mail messages begging me to feature you, send e-cards with links to the posts you want linked, tell me how I don’t love you, tell me how I don’t like you, tell me how sad you are, tell me how I don’t read you even though you know I did because I commented that week, and/or try to muscle me with threats of large “goombas” paying a visit.  If you do any of that… then hold your breathe until you see yourself on the Smorgashboard again.  While your doing that… go get a white hat and get yourself some Smurfberry Pie ‘cause you’ll be blue before you see it.