Vox Noxi

Listen. This guy's insanity is his genius.

I’m a geek. I like it that way. But little things, like my dining room table becoming the nerve center for the endless LAN party my roommate and I seem to host mean inconveniences like having to eat standing at my kitchen counter.

Not that it matters, really, I usually eat something in the span of 5 minutes so that I can return to the pwning of noobs in World of Warcraft. Still, as you can imagine 5 minutes of staring at my tile wall and oven mitts isn’t very interesting, so I’ve been pillaging my bookshelf’s collection of old novels I’ve read over the years.

This week I grabbed Kurt Vonnegut’s Breakfast of Champions to read during my brief mealtime interludes. I haven’t looked at it in years, partly because I discovered Vonnegut through an ex who had the audacity to dump me for a girl in the mental hospital, and partly because I’ve fallen out of the habit of reading fiction in general.

Coming home to Vonnegut is a joy. His crazy line drawings, straightforward sentences and brilliant way of taking you on several digressions that really all lead right to where he needs you to arrive all make me smile as I devour my pasta, soup or other instant meal. If you haven’t read him, do it. If it’s been a while since you read him, read him again.