I'm finally taking a gratuitous weekend to myself. One of those days where you just sit back, do shit all, and slumber in a chair to music, video games, movies and the odd friend that passes by. I may get to some writing this weekend finally, I've felt the need to all week.

I've moved the existing posts of the story 'slumber of the spirit within' to its new home. I'll post notification here when there are updates there; or just duplicate the posts on both blogs.

Few things before I head off to work. I got a lot of stuff in queue to write out and post up here, just need to get the time set aside to write it. Grr. I had a dream, thought of a new story, and a continuation to the existing one. I'm going to create a new blog (on this website though) for each story, so it is more manageable.

Speaking of Canada, a friend of mine sent me a teasing picture from the other side of the land. Vancouver holds ownership to these little hills, one of them is called Whistler. Here's the picture, click for a bigger view.

Now what about this, the Simpsons are gonna be slammn' Canada, how sweet it is. This will be a show to watch. Feb 17th will be a day for us to laugh about :D heheheeh Woo hoo..

I think I am going to switch from Blogger to Live Journal. Yeah, you heard me blogger, I'm THINKING of switching. LiveJournal just seems to be more mature in its development and features. Neat things already imbedded in it, and it also can be hosted directly off of my server. No click here, then there, then do this and that. Message boards are also included, so replies to posts can be done with ease. No hack job for posting and shit like that. Sorry, hats off to old school. Oh yeah, and its OpenSource!

Thanks go to my sister for introducing me to Jeff Buckley, he has such amazing lyrics. It's been a few years now since I’ve been listening to him, sucks that he's gone. A lyric quote for you. Mojo Pin.

i'm lying in my bed, the blanket is warm
this body will never be safe from harm
still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal
touch my skin to keep me whole

if only you'd come back to me
if you laid at my side
wouldn't need no mojo pin
to keep me satisfied

don't wanna weep for you, don't wanna know
i'm blind and tortured, the white horses flow
the memories fire, the rhythms fall slow
black beauty i love you so

precious, precious silver and gold
and pearls in oyster's flesh
drop down we two to serve and pray to love
born again from the rhythm screaming down from heaven
ageless, ageless and i'm there in your arms

don't wanna weep for you, don't wanna know
i'm blind and tortured, the white horses flow
the memories fire, the rhythms fall slow
black beauty i love you so

the welts of your scorn, my love, give me more
send whips of opinion down my back, give me more
well it's you i've waited my life to see
it's you i've searched so hard for

don't wanna weep for you, i don't wanna know
i'm blind and tortured, the white horses flow
the memories fire, the rhythms fall slow
black beauty i love you so