Blood, Sugar, Sex, Magik

"In the ancient story, passed down through generations of Cherokee Indians, a rabbit brags that he can catch a duck. He throws a noose over the neck of a duck, but it flies away with the rabbit hanging on. Eventually the rabbit must let go, landing in a hollow tree stump. The conceited animal has to eat his own fur for food and is embarrassed by his appearance when he finally escapes."

I've started a new section of links on the left for web journals/blogs that I check out when I get a chance. In addition to St. Nat's another web log that I read is Famous Raymi's - yet another Canadian. You can also check out her side projects; this particular experiment here is an interesting concept. She's different, almost a sideshow, but not quite.

The birds are flying south. I was driving a jeep this weekend with someone visiting from Miami and I pointed out a bunch of birds (about 100+ blackbirds) flying over to our left and then flying above us while we were waiting for the light to turn at an intersection. The light was still red when they proceeded to start flying above us, so I slid back the visor on the roof so we could look through the sunroof window. What a view! And from over 100 feet above, a bird shit right on the sunroof window. Had the window been open, I'm sure the wind would have carried it right into my face. That's the type of shit that happens to me. Shit happens. The clocks here will fall back an hour this weekend too. I need to find a Santa Claus costume if I make my return to Toronto this weekend for a Hallowe'en party. All of these events are all signs of something cold coming upon us. Jim Morrison wrote a song about this time of year. It's not my favourite time of year. Stay warm.