Upon learning about NBC's Heroes going on yet another hiatus during its first season, I'm finding it difficult to write about anything. My consciousness doesn't want to do anything at all. Well, except for the routinary stuff, like breathing, eating, going to work, etc. OK, my consciousness doesn't want to have anything to do with writing. And I just realized that. So maybe my muse is the show. Or something else entirely different. Whatever it is, I'm disappointed at NBC. They just said that the show is going on hiatus without any reason at all behind it and will resume on April 23rd. And I had to find out about it in Wikipedia.org. What am I supposed to do until April 23rd?!

Proof I am informative. And vain.

Globalvoicesonline read me. Yes, I am vain.

Can your Desktop do this? This is what my Desktop will look like after I'm done tweaking my Edgy Vaio. This, I promise to myself. Sweet! After trying the new shiny on my Edgy Vaio, I found out that my video card won't be able to handle the rendering of XGL/Beryl. Another promise broken. *sigh*

Something freaky happened last night. Not the kind of freaky that will gross you out. It's kinda creepy, in a freaky way. So I was reading this electronic comic book last night. I was reading The Sandman by Neil Gaiman. These weren't in graphic novel format but in issue format. Good thing there were no ads. Anyway, I was still in Preludes & Nocturnes and there was this issue wherein The Dream King was trying to recover his lost tools: the mask made out of bones from a dead god, the pouch of sand that are dreams, and the dream stone that is him. The pouch was taken, and consequentially lost, by Constantine. THE John Constantine, ass hole. Anyway, when Morpheus recovered the pouch, the issue ended. Next one is the mask made out of bones of a dead god. Morpheus had to challenge one of the dukes of hell to recover the mask. Halfway through the story, when the challenge was underway, I was totally engrossed in it. Then the lights went out. It was almost midnight. You can imagine how creepy it was for me. It's a good thing I was reading using my notebook. So I did what any fan would do. Keep reading. After Morpheus recovered his mask, he then tried to get his dream stone. This issue involved members of the Justice League. The story was so compelling, I had a really great time reading it. I even almost forgot that the power was out. After Morpheus recovered his dream stone, and of course, that's not really what happened but why would I tell what really happened. I'll let you find out on your own. Anyway, once the Dream King has recovered everything he lost, as soon as I reached the last page of the issue, the lights came back on. The lights came back on when I was done reading how Morpheus recovered what was stolen. Coincidence? Maybe. Freaky? Hell, yeah. I had to read another issue before I went to sleep, hoping that the Sandman will come to me and give me good dreams. The only thing I hate about dreaming is that I can't remember a single thing when I wake up. I can only remember very vague images that I can't even describe what it was originally. I guess that's how Dream works. Almost with matter. Never unreal.