Cheeezuz, I haven't been listening to Radiohead's "No Surprises" in ages. This has been one of my favorite Yorke-songs for a long, long time, and it still is. Feels so damn good to listen to Thom's voice. The song is sad but cheerful at the same time, it's a song for hours which actually feel like the world's alright. As if there's nothing to worry.

There's a few things right now which make me really calm and balanced. First of, I have another of those waves washing through me where ideas pop up almost like on a daily basis. Two days ago I had this idea for writing a TV-show, something based on the idea of having a flat-share with students who are all way beyond the regular age, just like me, some thirty-somethings. I guess, you could make a hell of a show out of that. I got inspired when watching Six Feet Under from the outset (once again). Don't know why but I just slid in the disc and started watching the first few episodes of the very first season. God, how I love that show. It's the very best that has ever been aired on American television. It's the most skillful TV-show in my view. Everything's right. Script. Direction. Cast. Editing. Music. It always inspires me a great deal. So this idea of mine popped up. The thing is that I won't be pulling it through. It just got me to sit in front of my laptop and hammer out one page of TV-script. Haven't done that in ages and it felt like no time has passed. I just had to have that feeling again, that of creating characters on paper, dialogue, interaction, scene direction ... it was basically just an exercise in script formating, but it felt good, made me kind of sentimental, reminded me of all those years where I've basically been doing nothing else but work my hours at the office just in order to get back to my desk at home and write, write, write ... A few days ago I also read through certain passages of my play. Shit, this is quite something. The basic idea is good, the characters are thrilling and there's so much conflicting stuff. Right now I really don't have the proper mind to continue writing that play, but I have a hunch I will finish this play - one day. Come what may. It's got too much potential to just side-track it. What I want to say is the "feel to it" has of course gone kind of underground but it has never really vanished. It's just been kinda sedated, put to sleep but the creative monster is still lingering in its cave :-) and that is something I am very fond of. It's like this dweel that never really dries up. So who knows, maybe in February I'll find some time to carry on crafting that play. "Fleischmarkt 4:35," subtitle: Gute Menschen haben Sex. Böse ficken. I just love that, it's got that ring of powerful altercation implied. It sounds so mean and nasty. In short, it kinda echoes the content as precisely as it can get. I also re-read one of the core-scenes which is like "Hammer" as Maren would put it. Total asphyxiation. Total emotional suffocation brought on stage. This scene is like ... I don't even want to show it to anybody. People would probably consider me nuts. Having those three guys fucking each other's brains out till death do us part ... it just fits the pattern of in-yer-face theatre. It would be perfect for the Phönix Theatre in Linz. Perfectly suitable. So I'm still a writer, always have been. Now if that isn't a cheerful thought to enter the holidays, then I don't know what is *gg*