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Enjoying the quiet buzz of Saturday morning. Workmen are hammering away in the back yard, not what I'd call a yard so much as a space, since no grass to speak of, a couple of trees the landlord is planning on planting, and not that big, but hey its what amounts to a yard for anyone who lives in a city. I generally like Sat mornings, they are quiet and relaxed. A reward for the hustle and bustle of the work week.

( on personal work week, books, and a bit on funerals )

( Neil Gaiman, Black Orchid and comics )

( Dead Like Me, Wonderfalls )

( political ranty/religious ranty thing, which you probably should skip. )

Well that's it. Moseying off to other things.