The Shattered Prayer

I’ve noticed an inordinate amount of UFO sightings around the world recently. As sole editor of the Noumenal News, I tend to notice these things.

I wish I could say I that my close attention to all news paranormal and strange has led me to discern a pattern in the variety of weird occurences around the world.

Okay, I’m reasonably sure it was some kind of hallucination, maybe a flashback. But as I was undressing for my shower this evening, I saw a jet of golden light emerge from one of my breasts. The left one to be exact.

Now if I could only market “Che’s Golden Breast-milk” to the pagans, I’d be rich.

To all whose sites are hosted by me (ie, Bas and Mojo), we’re going to experience some downtime tonight, starting around midnight EST and running for up to a few hours. It looks like we won’t have any access to our sites, nor will they be available to our readers.

So I went down into the den to ask my mother if there were any clothes in the washer. She and Don were sitting there smoking, as they do. She said “no”, so I went to grab my laundry, and when I went back to the den on my way to the laundry room.

Well, Punxsutawney Phil did not see his shadow, and predicts an early spring. Well of course it’ll be an early spring - even Phil understands Global Warming.

If anyone is wondering if Punxsutawney is anything like the movie ‘Groundhog Day’, why not pop over to the Groundhog website and have a gander at these goobers.

Today is Imbolc, but more importantly, it is the anniversary of the nativity of Richard the Previous, aka Richard the Precious. I have so many wonderful mammaries of R the P, such as drinking Dr Proper and getting atoned. No, R the P, I haven’t stolen your blockmerry, I’m just honouring the wanders of its cat-up as I wish you happy birchday.