Loading ...I’m shutting down shattered prayer. Might be temporary, might be for good, I just don’t know yet. I do know that right now I’m just not in the head-space to keep it going. I want you to know that I love each and every one of you, but right this moment, I don’t want a public face. Not at all.
To that end, I think Noumenal, and Extispex will be on sabbatical as well. I hope I’ll be back, but can’t do it right now. I’m sorry.
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I really hate the fact that this has so much to do with ‘that which cannot be named’, because that means I can’t really give a good explanation for this. I also wish that ‘that which cannot be named’ was a dark, nefarious god, rather than the utter stupid mundanity that it is, but what can you do?
I suppose I could boil it down to anxiety, depression, and the stars, but its more complicated than that.
I enjoy SP. It often cheers me up when I’m feeling crap. It seems like every time I log on there’s some comment that makes me laugh.
And I’m not in the best, most stable place in the world right now, and I feel sort of blah most of the time, but usually I can log into SP and see something funny, and it spurs me to write more.
And SP always surprises me. Even the stuff I write. I never expected this to become a recipe blog, but from the day we put Morrissey in a blender and made mojitos of the undead, it seemed like a way to go.
And only a group of genius minds like us could have thought up such resplendent holidays as Tahitimas and Dracuster.
Thing is, I don’t feel like writing. Of course the moment I say I don’t feel like writing, I realise thats precisely what I’m sitting here doing. Maybe thats telling me something. Maybe there are just some things that some people have to do. Some people have to pick their noses. Some people have to check the locks on their doors a billion times. Some people have to write, even if its a load of crap.
I haven’t given up on SP, but I feel like crap right now, and thats no fun. I feel somewhat duty-bound to be at least a little bit entertaining, and thats something I feel like I can’t really accomplish right now.
Yesterdays outburst happened in a fit of anxiety, and now that I’ve had time to think about things, I can honestly say I really don’t feel all that much better. I’d like to think its nothing an RPBE pie and some estrogen can’t fix, but I get the feeling its going to take at least three RPBE pies and several ounces of good weed.
My tarot keeps telling me to take a break. But Shattered Prayer IS a break. All the other stuff is work, this is recreation.
Maybe I’ll feel like recreating soon.
Buy me a beer!
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I certainly hope so! Shattered Prayer has been such a great thing for me and I would hate to see it go. On my BlackBerry I have 4 bookmarks — the New Jersey Transit System, the News, BlackBerry home, and the Shattered Prayer. It has gotten me through many boring weeks in Mississippi, and it has made me laugh out loud at work. Always a good thing. And it has been so fantastic for Mojo while he fussretates.
So I hope that you do feel better and I hope that we can provide a distraction and entertainment for you in the way that you have for us for a very long time.
I love the Shattered Prayer and I love the woman who created it.
SP has been a fantastic distraction not only from my onerous fussretation, but also from my dreary life. Even if a had a wonderful life (some could legitimately argue that I do), I would still love the SP!
While I haven’t known Che for as long as RtP has, she is still an inspiration to me. Her sheer dogged determination to hold up under tremendous, real stress has motivated me to cut out the whingeing and to keep moving ahead. Not that I don’t still whinge at times… but you get my point.
Bottom line: Love SP, Love Che. Just hoping we can keep up her spirits as she works through a tough time… Nefarious Mundanities! Sounds like a drink for Blender.
Can’t help with the remedies to your anxiety, Che, but I wish I could.
And i’m thinking long-pole jump again. Facing troubles? Charge at full speed, dig in your pole and jump over them.
‘To take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them.’ That’s with my period… Not a Shakespearian philosophical question.
He, he… If you feel like crap, we’ll take crap from you! We’re the perfect anti-crap brigade here!! Crap’s all relative. Crap’s to be related to others. (OK, some relatives are crap too..)
By now i’ve had to delete an entire Italian opera with this keyboard. Italian opera… that’s in fact the culmination of life’s crap if you think about it? Screaming passion and dispare?
O sole mio! My Sun…
You are my Sun, Che! Jump that pole! And whatever you do, do it out loud!
Woef!!