The Shattered Prayer

Richard the Previous says i haven’t written a post in a billion days. It certainly feels like it. But does anyone really want to hear about how I’m getting bitch-slapped by FEMA and other sundery complaints? No, so I’ve been non-blogging lately.

I’ve mostly been trying to concentrate on my tarot readings, on my novel and uh…

I still occasionally feel compelled to visit the Free Will Astrology guy to see what idiotic nonsense he’s made up this week. Honestly, he’s the worst in horoscopes. Lets face it all those daily and weekly horoscopes are bad. Someone is actually getting paid to make this stuff up, but the Free Will guy goes off on these weird tangents.

I changed the name of yesterdays post to Whats in My Vagina, in honour of the long and tangential comment-thread that ensued. Warnings be damned.

And I thought since yesterday’s post (and comments) pretty much destroyed my pristine reputation as a family-friendly blogger, I would continue the the general Vagina and whats in it theme, and talk about how I learned about sex.

When things fall out of your refrigerator when you open it, you know its time to clean the thing out. Its not like there’s more than three or four items in there that are actually edible. But if I clean it out, it will look empty and cavernous, and gremlins will move in.

Its raining today, and I’m menstruating.

Having read tarot this morning until I just couldn’t read anymore, and then updating the Noumenal News, I had a choice between two fairly brainless activities: eating falafel and playing Sodoku, or creating a new colour scheme for the Shattered Prayer.

I figured working on the colour scheme was at least mildly more productive than the falafel/sodoku combo.

I’ve given recipes for two types of Mojitos of the Undead then realised a lot of people down here in the south might not know what a mojito is, and even if they do, they’ll regard it with some suspicion because it doesn’t contain marshmallows, raisins, or mayonnaise.

I stuck pretty firmly to my schedule today. Tarot readings until noon, a quick cleansing ritual, updated the news, and then… then I got distracted by the idea of masturbation and fantasies about tacos. Hey look, I don’t question your fantasies, you don’t question mine.

The other day I made this very short post to let people know I’d be working on the blog and its appearance might be less than perfect for a while. (IE users needn’t have worried about that post, it always look less than perfect on IE, however, I did manage to finally get almost everything IE compliant).