A Book In A Small Town

So, today the new Harry Potter book is out. Phantastizillions of people have been waiting for this day, children have been nagging, fans have been clogging up book stores. At midnight, raving mobs stormed the stores all over the world to get their hands on the latest, the newest, the most exciting or whatever. Did I say all over the world? Not in Waren they didn't. Which is where I am currently spending my days being fed and kept cozy by my parents. In this sleepy little town (not so sleepy, judging by the noise those damn teenagers made last night coming home from the local dance attraction - which apparently closes at 1 a.m.) the owner of the book shop assured me that while she did order the English book (the German translation will be out in, like, a year or so), she does not really expect to sell a single one. Well, she is gonna sell one to me. After a nice and enormous breakfast I will take a nice relaxed walk up to the store, have a chat with the book lady, buy the book and then retire into the safety of my sofa and start reading...

A Word To The Wise

The wise never listen. The wise never talk. The wise never interfere. They don't fuck up, they don't do well, they don't have sex or beer or friends or heart attacks. They don't, simply, exist.

While this may sound overly pessimistic, it is simply my way of trying to get back to this blogging thing which I have not been very active about for some three months or so. Look at the dates and do the maths for yourselves.