One other thing.

Best Saturday night ever: DVDs of Star Trek: The Next Generation, homemade snowcones made with Bailey’s Irish Creme, and couch-snuggles with the boyfriend. No computers, no phones, nothing but quiet snow falling outside and both of us yelling “THAT’S NOT HOW INERTIA WORKS IN SPACE!” or “DAMMIT GEORDI, THAT’S SO FRICKIN’–NO! NO! YOU DON’T–GAH!” at the screen. Or cackling madly at Jean-Luc Picard’s awesomeness, and Counselor Troi’s godawful outfits. Seriously. Turquoise high-heeled slouch boots. No. Hell no.

Also, Worf. “Good tea. Nice house.”

And Santa should have brought me a uterus so I could have Brent Spiner’s creepy little love child.

After the insane stress of Christmas eve and, to some extent, Christmas day…I really needed this weekend to just lie back, relax, and not think about work, writing, or in-laws. Even when I have time off, I never really take time off. I never really shut down, instead always feeling like I should make productive use of the time (and even when I don’t, the expectation is hanging over my head to create the same pressure and stress as if I was working on something). Getting to cut loose and really relax this weekend shouldn’t be such a unique experience for me.

I need to do this more often.

Welcome, and…whuuuut?

(This is just copied from the ZU post about it, but eh, it covers the idea for people who got here through channels other than ZU.)

If you’re wondering why the move…~shrugs~ It was time. Zenunlimited.com started off as a meaningless name for a school project many years ago, and I’ve just made use of the domain since I happened to own it. I’m not exactly the type to assign deep personal meaning to everything, but I thought it was about time I moved my blog to a domain that was nonetheless more representative of…well…me. My writing, since this is my writing blog. The concept of nights in both the modern Kowloon area and the old Kowloon Walled City (and the many things that can happen there) encompasses many of the themes that factor strongly throughout my writing, and acts as something of a home for my imagination.

I’m not going to wank on about that in detail; I’m kind of gagging myself right now. Just trust that I have my reasons. KbN is just ZU with a new skin and a new domain name, so it’s not like I’m embarking on some extreme overhaul of my personal image on the web.

Oh, by the way, my e-mail address will stay the same.