A friend of mine just texted to say she’s in the processes of splitting up with her boyfriend. I’m writing this blog post to keep my fingers busy so I don’t text back something insensitive along the line of how if you split up on Good Friday, you’ll have to get back together in two days.

So here it is, Happy Easter. The Iranians have released the hostages, fresh from their name, rank, serial number, map co-ordinates, apology, smiles and gifts ordeal. It’s easy for me to judge of course, because I’d crack in a second if I was captured. Why bother getting your head kicked in? But that’s why I haven’t enlisted in the fucking navy.

Oh, yes, and The Friday Thing is dead. After six years, we decided it should be sent out on a high (dying as it lived) rather than become a casualty of our focus on Fridaycities which, for better of worse, has to be our priority. Every so often I check back to NTK to see what’s what. And what’s what is nothing. It’s just a bit sad. We didn’t want that to happen to us.

The last issue was a good one too. And it made me think how proud I am of every single issue – and we didn’t miss one; not ever – since 2001. Good times. Moving on.

Meanwhile, back on Fridaycities we’re fundraising. It’s excellent fun. All Powerpoints and presentations. We have some huge plans for the site, so I can’t wait ’til the money is in the bank and we can knuckle down to the really hard, fun work. In the meantime, we’re still working hard – rolling our new features, refining old ones and growing the community at a rate of knots.

Mean-meanwhile, I note from Scott’s blog that The Friday Project has been nominated for a ‘Nibbie’ (I guess, the British book trade Baftas) for innovation, particularly for the Creative Commons stuff that I had something of a hand in (as Scott very generously noted in his post). Good stuff.

What else? The Second Life book is out on the 19th and I’ve spent a couple of weeks being interviewed by everyone from the New York Metro to Forbes on the subject. I really enjoy speaking to American journalists. In terms of professionalism – and I’m going to upset a lot of friends on this side of the Atlantic – but in terms of professionalism and ensuring accuracy, they make our media professionals look positively Iranian.

Right, fuck it, it’s too good a joke not to text. And then I’m definitely, positively going to do some work today.