The Shattered Prayer

The stone penis that is.

I know that we all love the stone penis, but I felt like a bit of a change. I also wanted to widen the text space for readability.

Simple is good, I think.

Blog about it.

I tried real hard not to know about this story, but it has insinuated itself into my news-feeds and my consciousness as a kind of morbid fascination. Jeff Simmermon really didn’t do anything that we haven’t done. He got pissy over crappy service at a coffee shop, then he came home and blogged about it.

Write a blog-post (this one), do a tarot reading, take a nap, do some work, do lunch, have a shower, take another nap, do laundry, make home-made ice-cream, eat home-made ice cream, surf all the plurk blogs for some clue, any clue, about when Plurk might be back up.

There’ve been a few new changes and additions on SP lately. You might notice the link up there that says “Post to SP”. It means just what it says. Anyone can now post to SP, with a couple of notable exceptions. All posts are moderated, and my spam-filters apply, so we aren’t suddenly going to see a proliferation of posts about Viagra and co-eds gone wild.

I first signed up for Plurk because I wanted a nice, easy and quick micro-blogging system that I could install on my blog, and use when I didn’t have time to write a full blog-post.

Then Mojo signed up.

If I can get motivated, I’m going to update the back-end and the database of Shattered Prayer today. That means there may be some down-time. Will anyone notice?

A couple of things I’ve pre-ordered and am waiting for impatiently:

I go back and forth between the healthy method, and the unhealthy method, of boosting my creativity and brain-power.