The Shattered Prayer

We’ve been doing so much plurking lately, that poor old Shattered Prayer has been sitting here neglected. Che Rex at least has an excuse, seeing as how she is having to do much to take care of Mommalopithicus, but what’s my excuse? I’ll have to post more in the next few days.

I was perusing one of my favorite websites, Newsarama.com, when I came across the headline “Superman’s Hidden History.” Naturally, I wanted to know more.

Well, the season finale of Doctor Who is over, and as much as I would love to talk about the ending of Series Four of Doctor Who, there are people in New Zealand and Australia who have not yet seen it. So for those who haven’t had the chance to see how the Doctor and Donna fare after “Journey’s End,” I’ll try to be spoiler lite, and I will talk about . . .

Well, why not look after the jump to see?

A quick post about Doctor Who. In light of the Donna Light nature of the last episode of Doctor Who, Midnight was extremely entertaining. At least in my eyes.

Today is the day that brought to the world the wonderful, exciting, beautiful creature known as Che! What a fantastic day in history this day is. In celebration of Che-Day or Che-Mas, I will recount some of the wonderful ways in which my life is different for having known her.

Well, nothing, actually. At least not this year.

Any other year and it would be Che’s birthday, but Che’s birthday is a bit lazy this year and decided not to be the year’s longest day.

I’ll have to come back tomorrow to post about how wonderful Che is.

I am becoming Mary Roach’s biggest fan. After sailing through Stiff, I am now reading Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife. Any fears that Roach’s first book was a one hit wonder were quickly dispelled. The new book is as completely enjoyable as the first.

I just finished a fantastic book. It is called Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers and it was written by Mary Roach, a Salon.com columnist.

The book details the various things that dead people have done throughout the millennia. As Roach puts it, cadavers are our super-heroes. You can shoot ‘em, chop ‘em up, throw ‘em from extreme heights, or use ‘em to practice face lifts and they never complain. They never hurt. They do and do and do for us and never once bitch about the responsibility.