If you're reading this, we have a posting queue now!

Here's how it works:

OLD THOUGHT PATTERN: "I would post this skydiving kitten pic but I might write War and Peace later and then I wouldn't be able to post it today, which would be very sad."

NEW THOUGHT PATTERN: "I'll just click 'queue' instead of 'post now' and it'll be posted for me, just before midnight, if I haven't posted something else that day. Oooo, handy!"

Yes, it says your post will appear tonight. But no worries: if you post something better by then, it'll automatically wait for tomorrow night.

In addition, you can have multiple posts still in "draft" form. Your current post-in-progress has always been automatically saved for you as a draft. Now you can click the "drats" button, click "New Draft" and start a second post-in-progress. Start as many drafts as you need.

Sean and I think we've done this in such a way that some will value and benefit from it, and others will cheerfully ignore it, and everyone will be happy. Your feedback on the reality is welcome.

Matt Casarino lays down the law on film, music and general cultural awesome.

Shelle Klein Houser has been calling attention to worthy newcomers in her posts. My, aren't I meta.

Lindsay Harris observes the odd moments of life with good humor.

Jill "xtingu" Knapp shares the ongoing saga of Hot Breakfast, the band that proved it only takes two to rock.

And L. M. Lopez asks the eternal question we all struggle with daily: are our neighbors getting jiggy right now? And do we really want to know?

Also killin' it: every single person who is posting about their life or whatever the hell they want to post about. With or without seriousness or premeditation or humor or pictures or video or verbs. I am glad you are here and I am glad you are sharing with your friends and, when you feel like it, with the rest of us.

I spent my evening teaching One Post Wonder to just Do The Right Thing when you paste a giphy link, or a youtube link, or a link to more or less anything that's meant to be embedded on the interwebs.

But now I'm going to shut off my computer. Because in our house, that's what happens at 9pm these days.

It's an adjustment!

Hey peeps: fellow OPW developer Sean Puckett has kicked off a good discussion of OPW's future, and specifically the future of its signature feature. Your thoughts would be welcome.

In not unrelated news, a crazy amount of stuff got improved on OPW this week:

• "About Us," "The Rules" and "Your Privacy" published
• Timestamps for posts and comments
• "Mention" button in the editor to add a link to a friend's OPW blog (blame me for the terrible temporary icon)
• Confirmation prompt for deleting comments
• Media buttons work properly on iPhones, iPads
• Sharing your public posts on Facebook works much better
• Notices for posts with titles in Japanese work properly
• Click anywhere or press Escape to dismiss the lightbox (seen when you click a photo)
• Fixed many other bugs
• Add/remove your friend from various locks while looking at their profile
• User bio (on your profile page / personal blog)

For those just tuning in, I requested songwriting challenges, and I got a lot of them.

Where's your song? I'm working on it!

It seems that when you haven't picked up your guitar in five and a half years, you forget stuff! Who wouldathunkit?

Also, I'm finding my own standards are a little higher.

So I'm picking up the guitar every day, and having a bash, and trying new things, and waiting for the songs to start crystallizing.

One thing I've figured out is that I'm not going to just start at the top of the list and blast my way down this time. Nope, I gotta start with some of the more accessible requests and rebuild my groove.

Thanks for engaging my brain!

Oddly beautiful.

Years ago, when I was getting almost tolerable on the guitar, I threw down the gauntlet and asked for songwriting challenges. The result was the most interesting stuff I ever did, musically. And then I got distracted by dance. Which I do not regret in the least. But I'm ready to try music again.

So! Here's how this goes.

Please reply with:

An object ("a toaster")

A character ("a flying piano teacher")

A catchphrase ("that's GOTTA hurt")

A rock/pop musical subgenre ("emo punk," "new wave," etc - if you think it's obscure, just cite an example I have some hope of knowing or finding, links help)

... And I'll compose and record a song featuring these items. It may take me a while, but I will eventually get to an album's worth of requests.

BRING IT!

It is safe to assume it:
We will consume it.
The moon, the sea, the mountain. "Too soon,"
We'll cry, and sing a mournful tune,
And hold an observance, and soon resume.
Be good to each other in the time remaining.

It will do you no good to lament it.
In the time you strive to prevent it,
Disrupt, resent and reinvent it,
A new need emerges and brooks no dissent.
Be good to each other in the time remaining.

That's a bit dire. That's a bit strong.
The time remaining may be very long
As reckoned by Romans or roaches or cats.
We are clever creatures. As clever as rats.
But there are no guarantees, for all of that.
Be good to each other in the time remaining.

Eventually the stars will go.
The planets and the asteroids. Slow
Streamers of the solar wind blow
Outwards, carrying uranium
And other heavy elements to tantalize the cranium
Of our successors. Need I explain?
Be good to each other in the time remaining.

Don't cry for the sun, little one.
You will long since be cold and done,
Along with the idea of the idea of remorse.
And even irony will run its course.
Be good to each other in the time remaining.
Be good to each other in the time remaining.
Be good to each other in the time remaining.

Hmm.

There were wonderful teachers, like our choral director Gordon Adams, who definitely got more than one kid through those four years, compromising with punk rockers on the performance dress code ("you can wear your boots if you wear the suit") and taking heat from the administration over it.

But high school wasn't so bad honestly. My peers matured a lot when we all hit the ninth grade and merged with another school. I made lasting friends and did nerdy and less-nerdy things with impunity. Hell, I lettered in cross country.

Before that, though, I was public enemy number one. Yep, from the day I arrived in town in the fourth grade and said, "hey! have you guys heard about the gas crunch?"

Yes, I was that kid: full of adult knowledge and words, and hopelessly socially unskilled.

I was verbally, though not physically, pummeled for the ensuing five years. I had no friends that lasted; as soon as someone warned them I wasn't cool, they got the hell away from Toxic Boy.

So I have to give props to my mom, who said:

"Adults are going to tell you these are the best years of your life. Don't listen to them. I remember being your age. It was terrible."

Mom was on the "It Gets Better" train before it was cool.