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?

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Well, the hangover isn’t that bad. Lately, after drinking and before going to bed I consume considerable amounts of something non-alcoholic, preferably juice mixed with water or something.. great to prevent headaches in the morning. Of course, this is common sense, I just never found the discipline doing so until now. Another nice thing is being cooked for at 4am. Thanks Katja, delicious pasta, although I’m not quite sure if I had valued it appropriately, my condition considered..

So yesterday’s evening turned out to be pretty fun drunk after starting somewhat disappointing. We went to Munich to see Rise Against and Alexisonfire. For some reason we didn’t pre-oder ticket’s for we thought “Hey, how big can it be”. How wrong we’ve been. Sold-out. But I somewhat expected that. Speaking about selling out, Rise Against signed at a major label last year, statement: “We want to reach more people”. Well, sure, and that’s pretty much what they did. I’m not saying that all bands that leave for majors suck in general, but somehow it just smells rotten.. oh, Anti-Flag also did it recently. Anyhow, they are playing in Stuttgart tonight, but there’s also Further Seems Forever playing tonight at the Backstage, guess I’ll go for them. Would be 3x Munich this week, I’d say that’s a personal best..

While getting drunk after driving back to Ulm (serious thunderstorms on the way, great light show..) I had a thought about a former liaison. I still dream about her (literally) every now and then, normally nothing I’m looking forward to, but the last one has been different. She looked awful, behaved the same, in short, she left a pretty horrible impression. Well, that probably might be considered a subjective image of someone. I guess everyone experiences this all the time with people, but sometimes it hits you pretty out of the blue. People just look better the more we get to know and like them – and vice versa. How I’d love to show her an image of herself as seen in this last dream.. healing takes some time, more as expected.

Also, I had a talk with a friend that was pretty due. Maybe a little bit inappropriate after a couple of beers, then again, maybe not. Cleared up open “issues”, at least to some extent. Definitely better now..

Anyhow, as long as there are all those little, unimportant things to distract oneself.. maybe I write about them later – more random facts to come, no gut-spilling in disguise, I promise.

Just returned from a concert at the Backstage in Munich. Support has been Semana Santa. Metalcore from Wangen, Germany. I saw them a couple of times now, and every time they seem to get better. Or at least I like their sound better. They cleared the stage for Hand To Hand, who have just released their debut, A Perfect Way To Say Goodbye. That’s quite a title for a 1st album, isn’t it? What I don’t get is that Hand to Hand is always referred to as (Ex- As Friends Rust). AFAIK Zach (drums) is the only connection to As Friends Rust, sound-wise there’s definitely no similarity. Not even the slightest. They are playing pretty intense, errr, well, emocore with a good portion of metal. Sort of. I somewhat lost track of all the genres and sub-genres. Anyhow, great show, I really enjoyed it. Check the band’s pages for listening in..

Now for the noise: on my way home I lost my muffler. There have been quite some sparks flying around on the highway.. fortunately it happened just before an exit so I could leave the highway and loose the muffler completely on safe terrain. No problem, I packed the muffler into the trunk and drove the last 80 km unsilenced. That was a nice ride. I don’t understand that some car-tuning freaks do this to their cars and themselves on purpose. Crazy world.

For me, my Mac’s startup chime has been annoying from the beginning. More so if I had listened to music with the volume of my amp cranked up and the powerbook connected to exactly that amp. Switching on such a setup after a pretty short and seriously drunk night knocks you straight off your feet. Searching the web, the more creative workarounds involve plugging in a jack to the audio out, but as written above, I already have a jack in there, with the amp connected to the other end. Great. Of course one might just mute the volume before switching the mac off or even better: just don’t switch it off. Or on. Guess that depends.

But not all is lost, StartupSound.prefPane to the rescue. It let’s you adjust the volume or disable/mute the startup-chime completely. Works like a charm and it’s free. As in beer.

Speaking of which, if you’re getting drunk and about to screw up, better bail out before it gets serious or screw up completely.. everything else will leave you in a pretty troubled state of mind. Come to think about it, I _did_ screw up completely. Even worse.

Funny story: I just checked my non-electronic mailbox to find some advertising crap (I guess you can overlook the “DO NOT ENTER ADVERTISING AND OHER CRAP” sticker if you’re blind) and, and that’s the fun part, a snail. Jepp. With house and everything. My mailbox is at a height of about a meter and there’s a lid closing it so there’s no way for a snail to get into it by itself. At least if this snail doesn’t have superpowers (Silver-Snail? Snail-Girl? The incredible Snail?). This gives snail-mail a whole new definition.. strange stuff.. err, what’s for dinner?