The Shattered Prayer

I realise its been a while since I wrote about a paranormal experience, and there’s no time like the present.

I’ve recently been discussing magickal objects, talismans, amulets etc with a friend, and was reminded of the time when I was the recipient of a cursed ring.

Actually, I wish it were FEMA’s policy to let us eat cake. I love cake. Wish I had a cake right now.

Or a pie.

Send pies.

I have now received my third and fourth rejection letter from FEMA, in response to my request for emergency funds. When I say emergency, I mean emergency.

I was just looking at the stats for my site and it seems the third most popular page on my site (the front page being first and the entry page to shattered prayer being second) is…..

… well if you guess Mojitos of the Undead, you’d be right.

Why people? why?

I’m beginning to have a deeper understanding of the nature of the influences that are causing me to awaken in the middle of the night every night.

Its called Cleto. Or as I refer to him, you little shit.

I know he’s just a kitten but goddam, lemme get some sleep.

I’ve been sitting here since ten this morning working on getting this site looking halfway decent in IE. I finally got it where the text is no longer centered in IE, but now my sidebar is screwed. I just dispensed with the sidebar altogether for now.

You’ll just have to deal with the WP classic look until I can sort out those IE design troubles. I hate IE. I think most of you know that by now, but I’m just making sure… I hate IE.

First things first. When I check out my blog this morning, the first thing I notice is that Google is placing ads for blenders on my site. It seems that I’ve mentioned blenders, or the Blender, so many times on my blog that Google has interpreted my site as being about blenders.

And even by writing about it in this post, I am contributing to the Great Blender Google-Misidentification, to be henceforth known as the GBGM.

No one likes a GBGM, so I suppose this will have to be the last post I make that mentions…

Its weird, ever since I decided to make all the tarot readings free, I’ve felt a strange sense of rightness, like something in my environment clicked. Like the gods said, hey thats good, and gave me an injection with a syringe full of peace. (hey, thanks for that.)

Ever get that feeling of just knowing you took a step in the right direction?