No updates for some days, way too lazy. I just stumbled over something I’ve written after reading “Another Bullshit Night In Suck City” last week:

Thinking about ones future influenced by a book’s not too funny story line. Worst case scenario - maybe. But it happened to someone, it might as well happen to anyone. How much precautions, if any, can be taken? How to control ones fate and prevent it spiraling out of control? At which time is the direction set, the path cleared and how to get off the running train? Jump, run away, close your eyes, just swallow, smile, bright on the outside while dying on the inside. See you there.
But maybe it’s not that bad, maybe it won’t get that bad. We’re all hoping for the best, while we miss our opportunities to just make the best with what we have in our hands, at our fingertips. Instead, we embrace our drama, the tragedy so irresistible, the pain so appealing. Too numb too even feel anything else, emotions cut down to those we can barely handle. As long as we’re still falling, it can’t be that bad. Self-fulfilling prophecies. Self-medication. Let’s drown ourselves, just for the fun of it. Everything will turn out alright. It won’t be that bad. It can’t, right?

..than to go without books. This appears to be an Icelandic saying according to Zane Radcliffe’s “The Killer’s Guide To Iceland”. For one, this saying is just true. Very. True. Well, you might want to re-evaluate that depending on the surface you’re going to walk on, but for the moderate European this should happen rarely. The other thing is, that The Killer’s Guide is a great read. The way Iceland and her citizens are described is lovely and it makes the island pretty appealing. Well, at least for someone who hasn’t the slightest clue about Iceland(ers) except that their main export seems to be music with a more than occasional strange touch.

One way I can tell that I really like a book is by the level of alcohol on which I’m still able to perfectly concentrate on it. Another is if I just can laugh out loud to it sitting in a crowded room. Yesterday I was out eating Tapas with some friends. (BTW, if you come across dates wrapped in bacon, go for it. mhhhh.) I had some red wine to the food and after eating, my friends went home and I headed for a cafe to have some more wine and a good read. Well it worked perfectly. “Cigarettes and Red Wine”, and probably a good book. What more to ask for? Ah, probably more of those stupid looks of some neat couples when laughing at a book in a crowded cafe..

And another lesson learned: Sometimes it’s perfectly ok to judge books by their cover. Or make that by their title. Speaking of which, I also have “Another Bullshit Night In Suck City” by Nick Fynn lying around somewhere..

Jeph is just amazing. Just read QC #275 and laughed till I stopped. The one thing I don’t get is the connection between emo and Good Charlotte. While emo might be discussed controversial, Good Charlotte just suck. Big time. So do their haircuts.. wait, I guess I start to see the connection here. Anyhow, you keep Sunny Day Real Estate out of this, will you?

Well, this was was the perfect example of the usual Sunday. Getting up at 10 am, having one enormous cup of coffee, some breakfast and spending the rest of the morning on my couch reading Questionable Content and other web comics mentioned in Jeph’s comments while listening to web radio.

At some point I felt the urge to test the PowerBook’s recording capabilities using Garage Band, but after some, well, bad quality recording I gave up my home recording ambitions for today and focused on guitar only.

With my fingertips getting sore I decided to give them a break and sifted through a pile of unread books. I have the shelf-filling habit to buy at least one book when coming near a bookstore and for I seem to pass bookstores more often then I actually take the time to read some of that stuff, the shelves are occupied and I moved on piling them on the floor.

Anyhow, today’s pick was The Man Who Turned into Himself by David Ambrose which turns out to be as strange as the 1st book I read of him, The Discrete Charm of Charlie Monk (back then I read the german translation called Epsilon). Like with the first novel it seems a bit too weird, but it worked out with Epsilon and so I guess this one will, too.

In between I messed with the kitchen cooking some pasta. Tomatoes, onions, garlic, some spices and herbs. Dead simple and very tasty.

Errr, well. Another Sunday survived. Great..

Someone (Susu?) pointed me to Questionable Content, a web-comic by Jeph Jacques. It’s just amazing, although a little pro-indie (at least not alternative, isn’t it?), and somewhat anti-emo. well, sort of.
It’s not like I consider myself beeing emo, but we all have our soft spot, don’t we? Ok, ok, I admit it, I’ve even read Nothing Feels Good. But hey, it’s a nice read. Definitely too much scribbling about that Dashboard Confessional guy, Chris Carrabba, though, so maybe just skip the last chapter..

Anyhow, check out the comic, it’s really fun to read. Jeph also writes some sort of diary to every strip, interesting to see how things evolved. Now go, read! By now you have to catch up at least 331 strips!