The Shattered Prayer

Request for political opinions = most unpopular post ever.

New emoticons = This post rocks!

I guess I’ve learned my lesson about asking people for opinions on the presidential campaign. So, what inane topic can I post today?

I’ve added some new emoticons for the SPians. I realise many of you have been smiley-impaired in the past, so this should make things easier.

Damn, ask for an opinion on politics, and everybody goes quiet. And not just quiet, but absent. And I’m not just talking about regular readers, I’m talking about everybody. Traffic has plummeted so low I’d almost think I’ve been banned from Google.

But I haven’t.

So, who do we like for 2008? I’ll bet Mojo is voting for Mitt Romney. And R the P is a long-time supporter of Newt Gingrich, though I also know he’s a real admirer of how Giuliani made Times Square so lovely and Disney-esque.

I do believe I’ve just slandered my friends. Its grounds for a lawsuit, it think. Though everything is grounds for a lawsuit these days.

Man, all this quietude on the Shattered Prayer is getting disconcerting. Though I realise R the P and Mojo (quite possibly the two biggest mouths on SP) are making ready for a parental visit. Hey, if R the P’s parents are lucky, they might see some rain while they’re up there. I’m sure its been a while since they’ve seen any. (though we’re supposed to have rain tomorrow - we’ll see).

Its just my mind, interpreting headlines again before my eyes finish reading them. So “Fight hate. Be counted!” Became “Fight. Hate. Be counted.” Finally an interesting political adjuration. Then there was “Real SexEd saves lives”, which my lighting fast (but not razor-sharp) mind interpreted as “Real Sex Slaves!”. I thought it was porn-spam.

Didja know that if there is something sitting on your laptop lid, and you lift the lid, whatever is on top will fall off? Strange but true, nothing can remain sitting on a laptop lid while the lid is in the upright position. At this time of the morning, lessons are learned slowly.

Quiet day at the ole Shattered Prayer. Banterless, and nigh on postless, had I not decided to fling this post up at the last minute. And even this post is but a whisper of nothingness in the great cyber-sea.