What a weekend!

First things first, though, Berlin was a blast. All the way through (well, except for that one time Inger fell, but she got out of unscathed). I managed to surprise myself by actually knowing quite a bit of german, who'd have thought that I'd learn something after a mere seven years of schooling? Wow.

Also, FFXII with Skrøne has been going on for a month now, good times.

This weekend, then, this weekend.
Starting with Friday. Friday morning at ten in the morning the band was supposed to meet up for a bit of rehearsal in preperation for the gig on Saturday. And we all did... except for Pelle who showed up a little more than two hours late citing bad memory as the cause. Regardless of this we got in some practice and felt relatively at ease in spite of not being satisfied with the way the rehearsal time had went; there's this old superstition that if your practice sounds so-so then your concert will sound great.
After practice ended at about two some of us went to a cafe for a bit and then I bummed around town waiting for the time to roll around when Mads and I would go to Århus to celebrate Eigils 25th birthday.
Three hours by train and a half by bus later and we were there. Where 'there' is? Uhm, not quite sure, some Århusian suburb it seemed. It was a fantastic party, really. The folk music started at about eight in the evening and it was still going pretty strong when Mads and I left at seven in the morning. Things worthy of note included a pirate choir featuring all the men present, a kazoo-band playing the Kings Song, an amazing kletzmer orchestra, very cheap beer and the presence of my old Ærø buddy Ellen. I hadn't seen her in three years (almost to the day, spookily enough). She seemed well. A little more grown-up but she was never a very young person. She's getting married next summer, wow. Time passes.
At around five thirty in the morning I had had all I could take and found a nice couch-ish bench to lie on. I got maybe two hours of sleep before Mads woke me up and suggested that it might be a good idea to head home. Which we did. An hour more of sleep was gotten on the train and then I lugged myself home where I had about an hour of time to rest a bit and take a shower before I had to head out to where the gig was and start setting up gear.
Yeah, Friday just sorta slided in to Saturday.
I hung around with the band for a few hours, eating dinner together at Riz-Raz, and then I went for a long walk around town trying to make my voice work after a long, smokefilled night. Eventually we headed back to the kollegie and started to prepare both mentally and physically. Sasja and I did vocal practice which was exactly what I needed. At eleven-thirty we went on to a crowd of some seventy people under the cover-name - as it was a superhero party - as The Krypt-Tonites.
We played for about two hours with a ten minute break in the middle. I was so tired that the only thing keeping me upright was my nerves which had the bonus effect of me not being nervous, there simply wasn't enough energy for that. So I shouted and bantered and danced my little heart out, more than ever before. I can't for the life of me remember the set-list but the first half of our show received better feed-back than the second, we kind of lost people half-way through the last set, but we got them back with Kiss. All in all though we pretty much rocked the fuck out of that place. For free. I got two cokes out of it, that's twenty kroner. Well, it isn't about the money... yet.
Lasse and I took it upon ourselves to get the gear where it needed to be after the concert so there wasn't really any party for us, just a set of drop-offs of all our stuff. Just as well as I was tired and the DJ that followed us only knew how to turn up the volume and not how to play anythning decent. Man it was loud.
At around half-past four I fianally got to sleep.
I awoke believing it to be about one in the afternoon but no, summertime, daylight savings time. My ass. An hour lost I headed for my Sunday refuge at Jeppes place and we played videogames all day. So nice, so relaxing, just what I needed after all that. The Suffering 2 is really good, maybe even better than the excellent first one.

And now this week. Looking pretty laid-back with some fun times and some industrious times. Right now I'm actually at work as the internet at home is spotty at best, I need to call my ISP about that.
Sunday I leave for Heaven where I'll recide for more than a week. Should be fun, we'll see.

That's all for now. See ya.

In Berlin

I'm in Berlin.
No, I have not 'taken Manhattan' or any such thing, I have simply packed my bags and joined my grandmother for a trip that'll last 'till Sunday when we fly home in the evening. To get to Berlin we had to be at the airport at five in the morning so I managed to get a full three hours of sleep, which has been okay during the day but I am starting to feel it fully now at a quarter past eight. This is a HUGE city with lots of ugly sides to it, but when it shines it really fucking shines.
Short of the long (I'm paying by the hour for uptime): I'm in Berlin. We flew.

My carpet arrived Tuesday. Now, the astute reader or long-time fan will notice that it was supposed to arrive Thursday. That's six whole days too late. With a desk on my bed. And a table in my kitchen. So there I was, a refugee from my own home. I stayed with the folks. It was quite alright, they're good people, as it were, and found me a room with a bed and everything. Sure, the bed did throw me out at one point (I found and overstepped its point of balance the first morning, finding myself wedged between a partially overturned bed and a table, better ways to wake up exist) and I was under promise of violence if I touched anything but I got by and so did they. A LOT of Worms was played on my new DS, sexy little machine.

I've gotten completely lost in FFXII with Skrøne, we've logged some sixteen hours and we still have only the vaguest of notions as to what the plot is about. Good stuff. The Final Boss has yet to materialize, we think. You never know.

Jeppe and I had a day of reunion following a dry spell in our otherwise frequent meetings. I have praised the man before and I will continue to. Yay Jeppe!

Band has a gig next saturday at Kvinde Regensen, I've mentioned this before. We had a really hard-core practice session yesterday, fifteen songs in three hours (well, three and a half hours but we did have a break). We were all pretty crushed afterwards. It seems that the main ingredient we need to be super funky is focus. Sounds simple but it requires that one loves even the simple things. We can do it but we sometimes forget this.

My life is still in boxes, I get to unpack them when I get home from Berlin. I'm in Berlin. My desk drawers being empty is starting to vex me.

I have a ton of work waiting for me at CWBL too, a deadline that needs keeping and all that. Have to get back into gear. In a big way.

That's all for now, no telling when I'll post again. Probably not untill I get back. Unless something huge happens or I'm kinda bored one evening. Either way, stay safe, warm and loved. Or cool and loved. Both ways work.

Boxes

I'm packing my livingroom into them. I'm not moving or anything, I'm simply getting the room carpeted. It's something I've wanted for a long, long time but the very process of clearing the room is infuriating and goes against every neurotic bone in my body. Of course, I'm not neurotic, no one is, they removed the diagnosis some time ago, great way to cure people. It's akin to the common cold, neuroticism, it turns out, there's one pretty clear set of symptoms but a host of possible causes.
The carpet arrives on thursday, in the morning, everything will be ready then I'm sure, but the devil's in the doing.

Haven't had the urge to write here for a while, it comes and goes, but I have found a way to find a slew of old posts from before the Armageddon. Simply google site:davidwarmind.blogspot.com and then pressed 'cached' on each seperate link to see the post. Magic.

Stuff going on, but not a whole lot. Still working the three-day week and enjoying the four-day weekend, even though there have been things going on for quite a few weekends in a row now, not much time to just kick back and be alone with myself. Don't know if this is a good or bad thing. I haven't been able to get back into the cooking groove and I won't for a while now. Weeks are planned full. But, what's happened?
Well, my father turned 50 last sunday. Hooray for him. For the occasion he invited some seventy people and about sixty of those showed up. People from all different parts of my fathers life. Even my mothers family was there, I hadn't seen them for some five years. Good to see some non-Warmind or Schmidtpfieseldek (sp) genes, see where my looks also come from.
What else? Oh, Skrøne and I have jointly purchased Final Fantasy XII and play it together whenever we have a moment to spare. It's good. It's really, really good! It's good enough that I'm willing to give up some sleep for it and go there (relatively) early tomorrow so we can get our Ivalice on. Also, Kasper will be getting a visit from my 360. I'm hoping it can camp out there while this carpet thing is ongoing.
Also I'll be going to Berlin with my grandmother soon, exact dates to be determined. We'll be going by train through Europe, that's probably what I'm looking forward to the most and that's saying something 'cause this ought to be a fun trip.

On the 24th the band (currently tentatively known as Sound Sausage) will be playing a gig at some kollegie or other, with one but not two horns. We had a second horn but he left us after two or three sessions (and an amazing band dinner that I musn't forget to mention, there, it's mentioned) not in anger but in sadness, realizing that he just couldn't find the time to practice the stuff at home which is needed at this point in the bands life. People come and go it seems, but the core remains, Kasper, Pelle and myself have been doing this for a while now and I don't think we're about to quit. The others are probably just as much onboard but I haven't played with them for three and a half years yet. Time will show what time will show.

All from me. Spring is coming. The Tree has had nothing to say about it. It did predict the arrival of winter with the confusingly poetic phrase "winter's coming summer's coming winter's in the ground". Next day it snowed. I'm beginning to worry that the Tree knows too much. Or too little.
Any old way...
Stay safe.