The Bionic Copywriter

"Rich Siegel, 44 year old copywriter. A man barely alive. Weighed down by the endless need for more urgent CTAs and more disruptive Subject Lines, not to mention the never-ending financial requests of his two underpaid daughters. 

Gentlemen, we can rebuild him. We have the technology. We have the capability to make the world's first bionic copywriter. 

Rich Siegel will be that man. Better than he was before. Better...stronger...faster." 

T-minus 4 days until I go under the knife to have my left hip ripped from its socket. The ball joint chopped off with a hospital-grade Black & Decker jig saw and replaced with the Smith & Nephew Titanium Glidematic 9000 Series K.

I'm told that after it's done I'll be asking myself why I waited so long. 

But at this point, having never spent a night in the hospital nor experienced any surgery (except when I split my finger open in a weightlifting accident on my birthday and required 11 painful stitches on my wedding finger) I am naturally apprehensive about the whole affair.

In light of this new mishigas, I'm debating whether I should be prepared and write all of next week's blog's posting in advance on Saturday morning, as I usually do. 

Or, go all Charles Bukowski and wait until I under the hazy spell of military grade painkillers and let the rebooted synapses spark where they will.

Mmmm, chemically-induced false euphoria.