The Shattered Prayer

So, it being Sunday an’all, and not a very good day for TV, I found myself watching the History Channel. I can see why Richard enjoys history so much. I watched a show about Stalin’s plan to create an army of monkey-men.

What I don’t understand is why Richard would rather read about pilgrims than about armies of monkey-men.

I’ve done so much work today, that my work-finger has a blister. And thats really bad, considering my work finger is also my play-finger. I finally had to hook the mouse up to my laptop.

Its been vewwy vewwy qwiet today.

Spring has sprung and the cherry trees are in bloom. And you know what that means. Yes, my allergies are exacerbated, but thats not what I’m referring to. I’m talking about the Cherry Blossom Festival. Hooray!

Che has been appreciating the beauty of Smallville’s version of Brainiac (I mean — who wouldn’t appreciate that beauty? Gotta love ol’ Spike.) She therefore right naturally assumed that the comic book version would be just as beautiful.

Well, not quite. Here, then, is a little history of a character who is celebrating his 50th birthday this year — Brainiac: Evil Computer from Colu.

After our brief hiatus yesterday, we’re back online.
The migration to our new servers was reasonably quick and relatively painless. Thanks to our lovely hosts for that.

The site seems to be loading slowly this morning, but I’m sure it will improve once the migration is complete.

Taking quizzes, over on BuddyTV

Che correctly pointed out that I have been reading about the Bubonic Plague. Just a little light reading about a happy topic to whittle the hours away on the train as I go to and from work. But the thing is, I’ve moved on from the plague and am now some 300 years earlier in time, reading about the Bayeaux Tapestry which depicts the 1066 invasion of England by William the Bastard. More light reading for those long train rides. But I’m sure people would rather hear about the Plague than the Tapestry, so if you’d like to hear more, why please pray continue.

I never mention the Oscars or the Golden Globes on the Shattered Prayer except in passing. I know that as a gay man I am honor bound to mention these self-congratulatory awards shows, so I am going to do so.

In passing.