Monday, August 23, 2004

In heaven it's always autumn

Another excursion to the library and eerily enough the pee-smelling "Insane! Thank you!"-guy is here again. Maybe he lives here or something...

In any case, have you noticed how autumn has begun ever so slowly to make its way into the world? Probably. Yesterday I went for a walk in Valbyparken (and managed to get lost because I have as much sense of direction as... Well, I can't think of a comparison, but I assure you that it's not much!) and there were people with kites and a wind to give you red cheeks. I always get a bit hopeful jut at the onset of autumn, after sweating my arse off for months, I find the prospect of wrapping myself in scarves, sweaters and tweed and cuddle up inside with knitwork and soup quite nice, actually. Of course, in real life, autumn is nothing like this at all. Come October, and I'll be sick and tired of the rain, the cold and that damn wind always blowing the wrong way when you're riding your bike downtown. But right now, sweaters seem quite nice.

Also, this autumn sees the arrival of the new Manic Street Preachers-album. So far, I'm very unimpressed by the details of it. Life Blood is hardly a brilliant title and the concept of "The Holy Bible for 35-year-olds" just sounds too shite for words. It's always a bit sad to see your heroes selling out, but earlier I would find myself hoping for that next album or that next single being the turning point where someone would get back on track. Maybe it's me growing old and cynical (that's pretty likely, actually), but I just can't find that hope for the new Manics-album. Oh well.

Anyway, I'll be heading off home. I'm pretty close to being done with everything now, there's posters on the walls (although with the extraordinarily crappy blu-tac I've bought, there might not be when I get back home) and all I need is the shelves for my CD's to be put up on the wall and some curtains for my living room. The last thing is the bigger challenge, I think. If they should fit with the rest of the room, they're going to be either white, black or red. White's a bit dull, I'm not in Burzum (yet) making black a bad idea too and seeing as I'm not planning on opening a brothel (not enough bedrooms), red is not really an option either. Decisions, decisions...

Thursday, August 19, 2004

But I haven't thought of you lately at all

As I am still not blessed with the internet at home (and having a computer but no internet is very much like having a TV without an antennae) I've gone to Copenhagen Central Library who have been nice enough to set up a wireless hotspot on the third floor. Usually, libraries are nice and quiet places, but right now I must say that it's a bit on the dodgy side here. Diagonally across from me is a man who, despite the countless pimples on his back, has decided that, yeah, the world won't mind if he goes topless (a disease that a lot of guys suffer from, I'm afraid. Put some damn clothes on if you're not very near seaside!). But it doesn't stop here. Not only does he smell of pee, he also talks to himself very loudly. At first, I thought he was just talking through a headset, but the guy keeps on shouting out his internet-Jeopardy-answers and repeating his apparent mantra "Insane! Thank you!". I'm trying to convince my brother that his driving test tomorrow is nothing compared to this guy, but the boy doesn't seem to be listening.

Also, earlier on, a quite nifty Italian guy asked me to help him with the internet connection on his laptop, something I had to decline as the Windows was (obviously) in Italian, not one of my stronger sides. But can I just ask; what the hell is a Disco Fisso?!

Friday, August 13, 2004

I smell like I sound

When the first words you hear after getting off the train are ”Johnny, for fa’n!” When Frem are playing Brønshøj (think Mulle) 500 metres from where you live. When you find 5 pubs every time there is one bakery shop. When your neighbour is called Uwe. When the caretaker in your building looks like Poul Reichardt. Then you should know that you are in Sydhavnen. Which actually isn’t half-bad.

Oh, and I still don't know how regular I'll be with my blogging. As far as I know, there'll be installed some kind of internet in my building, but I don't really know when. And until I find out if it's a month from now or a year, I'm not going to spend money on broadband.