Loading ...I know I haven’t posted in a while, but the whole family has been sick - everyone but me. There’s only one thing worse than being sick, and thats when everyone else but you is sick. And in this particular case, everyone had something different. But everyone seems on the mend, just in time for a long Presidents Day weekend.
I’ve also been, you know… reading. Sometimes its nice to sit down with one of those… what are they called?… the things with pages? Books, thats right. Sometimes its nice to sit down with a book and just chill.
But not between 7 and 8 in the evening. Kaitlin has designated that time as ‘conversation time’, when she and I must have a conversation.
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And thank you, Bea, for walking across the keyboard.
Buy me a beer!
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Who needs books when the electronic glow of the Shattered Prayer soothes and relaxes the savage breasts? Or something. It relaxes something.
Mojo and I have been caught in a neverending work cycle. I would like not to work this weekend or on the holiday Monday, but I have to. Getting very tired of it, I can tell you.
Very tired.
(That second very tired was for emphasis. It was very dramatic to see it all isolated in its own paragraph like that.)
Glad you are reading and glad you aren’t ill. We thought Mojo was going to get that dread stomach flu again (it is going around his workplace) but fortunately, he avoided it.
And just because I feel like saying it, you’re a great person, Che. You deserve to sit and relax with a book.
Just expect whining from your 4 readers.
All I know is that I have not been given my daily dose of Shattered Prayerness, so I am going to be forced to whine.
A LOT (see, that emphatic lone paragraph style does work!)
Alright, I can’t possibly complain given that I have been out of touch with everyone and since Che has been helping me out with both technological and spiritual matters. But, whining is my m.o., so I figure I have to add it in somewhere…
Oh well. Enjoy your reading, Che. I might do a little myself, at least AFTER I’ve had my daily dose of SP.
Hahh… I dream of a sunny island. With us sitting there. Reading our nice papery books; supplied by gracious slaves, that are trained to bring nothing but the good stuff.
At sunset we’ll just leave our books for a minute have a swig of our favourite poison. (Which is magically present all day of course..)
Oh.. If we could just go..
And then we blog a bit to eachother about the beauty of the setting sun. And we speculate and joke on what our slaves will have made us for dinner. And about when Bea will finally get here book finished
If only…
Slave on my friends… Slave on…
The two things I love about Bas’ story is that the slaves are gracious — I think many slaves would not be sending out graciousness, they would be supplying us with that poison! — and that we are sitting next to each on a beach and instead of talking to each other, we all blog!!
Although Mojo and I have sat next to each other in a room both blogging on SP. At one point Che left the discussion and we realized we were blogging to each other from across the room!
Get in the 21st century Richard. And pay a visit to slavefarm.com. Get one of your own.I remember one time in England Ross was sitting in the room on his laptop, me on my laptop, Pi on his laptop. I said to Ross, \”Okay, I\’m sending you an email with the info in it.\”
Ross said, \”Can\’t you just tell me?\”
I wasn\’t even high that day.