A Quieter Day

Not much going on just right now; some washing, some charging, getting mystified as to why somebody from Seattle wants to be my friend on MySpace, and looking worryingly at the increasingly angry-looking sky.

Tonight? Modern dance! And other things! My final Friday in Carrboro for a while…

currently playing: Spearmint – Sweeping The Nation

Sexy Gypsy Dancing

“It’s like the pizza: if you don’t dance with me, I’ll kill you. Sorry.”

I always seem to be afraid for my life when Christa is around. I can’t imagine why. Last night’s death threat stemmed from going to see Luminescent Orchestrii at the Cave in Chapel Hill. There was supposed to be a rather large gathering going, but it looked as if only Christa and I would end up being there. And as she was intending to dance, I was going to be press-ganged into service.

As it turned out, Mary and Stacie showed up a little later, which was good, as it meant that Christa could go off and dance with a group who don’t have two left feet, and I kept Stacie company as we stuck to our guns and watched from the sidelines. I can’t say that I’ve heard too many Romanian gypsy punk bands, but they were good, and certainly got people up and dancing.

(Weirdly, I think I saw somebody from UNITAS last night; she looked an awful lot like Jenny, and blocked our view for a considerable part of the concert.)

Oh, and I had a crumpet! Yes, Carrboro even has those; although without the obscene amounts of butter, they’re just not quite the same.

And for those of you in the area, I had my first pizza from IP3 this afternoon. Shocking, I know…

currently playing: Stars – set yourself on fire

The Transformation To The Dark Side Is Complete

Yet, even with a messenger bag, I think my unironic love of Hilary Duff will probably save me from the clutches of hipsterdom. That, and I’d just feel silly as one.

Today! Fun and games with the bank! I got a shiny new debit card yesterday from my American bank, so I decided to dump all my traveller’s cheques into my account this morning. Afterwards, I tried to check my balance. “Invalid transaction or account”. Jeepers. I tried a different ATM, but with the same result. So, after a quick (when I say ‘quick’, I mean ‘expensive’) visit to the comic shop, I went back to the bank, begged them to help me, and they did! Apparently, my account was marked as dormant, and this was causing the trouble. It should be active again in the next 24 hours. Something of a relief seeing as how it now contains all my dollar currency. And they let me have a raspberry lollipop too!

That brings us to a side point - why are raspberry things blue? It seems a little strange. Christa and I have a theory that the strawberries and cherries got there first and wouldn’t let the raspberries into the red house, but if you know an actual reason, I’m sure we’d love to hear it before discarding it in favour of our ‘evil fruit’ hypothesis.

Then! An afternoon in Battle Park, writing sentences on index cards. Because I do that sort of thing. Do you?

We are apparently promised sexy gypsy dancing tonight. I will keep you posted.

currently playing: Hilary Duff – Wake Up

I Am A Consumer Whore! And How!

So, erm, yes, I’ve bought my clothes for winter…what? They were on sale!

More disturbingly, I looked at the clothes I got afterwards, and noticed something. Aside from the outer jacket, I seem to have obtained The Tenth Doctor’s outfit. Oh dear.

I also obtained Brain Age: Train Your Brain for my Nintendo DS. It’s a set of games that is supposed to increase brain activity (although it’s more fun than science, I think). On my first go, I had a brain age of 65, but after figuring out that the handwriting recognition was mistaking my 7s for 5s, I managed to get it down to 25 fairly easily.

Okay, hopefully now I’ve finished my consumer cravings for this holiday. Just a few presents to go now. Oh, and an WXYC t-shirt, because I’ve wanted one for ages, but always seem to forget…

Oh, and I also caved into the messenger bag, buying a reasonably cheap one at Gap. It’s very plain, which is good, as I intend to do evil things to it muahahahaha!

currently playing: The Dresden Dolls - Me & The Minibar

I don't know where the sunbeams end

The only downside about coming to Carrboro is the period a week before it’s time to leave; I wake up feeling that I actually live here, before realising that in a short time, I’ll be back in the UK.

Of course, all that means is that I have to fill the last few days with as much fun as possible. I may have also just signed up for total humiliation. Oh dear.

You can spoil New Earth all you want now. My thoughts: much the same problems as last series, but still enjoyable enough, although again, I think the non-RTD stories may turn out to be the better ones.

Oh, and from back home (nicked from The World of Stuart): watch a BNP spokesman get completely outclassed by a BBC News 24 reporter, as he goes from ‘we’re not racists!’ through to ‘Labour, the Tories, the Liberals, and the Church of England are all Marxists!’ before finally ending up with ‘well, ideally, we’d like to send every person of foreign origin back home. Erm…we’re really not racists, honest.’ Apparently, 1 in 4 Britons is considering voting BNP at the next local elections. Do I really have to go back?

currently playing: The Flaming Lips - Vein Of Stars

The Silly Hat Brigade

Not shown: a man clubbed to death with sticks for wearing a normal hat.

The Hunters!

Fresh from a successful hunt, we begin to feast on the sweets in the eggs…

This Was The Easter That Was

Perhaps something of an update is in order. Neko Case has a wonderful set of lungs, even if she managed to avoid playing any of my favourite songs during her Thursday night set at the Cat’s Cradle (the songs she did play were fantastic, though). And I stand by my comments on Kelly Hogan.

Friday was a walking day. With added pizza. Christa had invited me for a walk, and also suggested that we have pizza in the strip mall next to her apartment. Then she added (paraphrasing, but definitely getting the basic gist): “Oh, we’re having a large cheese pizza. And if you don’t eat half of it, I’ll have to kill you”. Ulp. Thankfully, I managed to hold my ground, although I was pleased that she took the biggest slice right at the end. Then! Off into the woods again. More rickety wooden structures, walking gazebos, and a rather evil-looking rope swing poised temptingly over a particularly foul patch of the river. We were strong, and thus kept ourselves from turning into radioactive monsters. It would have just been a hassle.

Friday night was spent at Wootini to see their new art installation (and to gasp in horror at the price list as we were eating all the mints and cheese), and another night at OCSC, much to the delight of Stacie’s allergies. As the clock struck midnight, I was wished a happy birthday by all and sundry. Which was nice.

Saturday! Presents from my family, Laura and Naomi started the morning. Laura got me a very old (1835!) book about “how to live a Godly life” and a copy of Chairman Mao’s little Red Book (for fun and games at immigration), plus badges and a SplitCam! Naomi’s present was a handmade book made from circuit boards. It’s about twice as cool as it sounds, trust me.

The day had only just begun, though. We went off to The Rock’s house (I don’t know her actual name; in general, I’m against people speaking in the third person about themselves, but my, she can carry it off well) to dye eggs. You can see one of the results in the photolog. Needless to say, much fun was had. After that, and a tequila shot which I didn’t really have that much choice about, truth be told, we headed off to the Really Really Free Market, at which I resisted the temptation of taking home a Quadra Macintosh and got a tarot reading at Naomi’s insistence. Apparently, I sent ships out, and they’ll be coming in shortly.

Then! Oh yes! Maple View Farm for ice-cream! A pleasant walk with Stacie to the comic shop and the Asian shop! Popsicles! A strange mango tangerine orange drink that looks like chemical waste!

Which led to the second part of the day: a birthday dinner, and things to follow. Heather and Christa joined us for this bit, with Naomi and Laura dropping out for moving and work reasons. Heather gave me a bottle of wine (which will apparently undergo a transformation after we’ve finished drinking it, which sounds interesting), and Christa got me the first book of Y: The Last Man (shortly followed by Bill giving me the next two books, so I have plenty to read), as well as Strawberry Pocky. Which, I note, she consumed before we all got together. Hmph. Anyway, dinner was at PF Chang’s; huge amounts of food and something called The Great Wall of Chocolate, a seven-layer cake with raspberry syrup that almost defies the imagination. I feel full again just thinking about it.

Silly Hat Department 1: Christa loaned me her tiara for the evening. I should probably not promise to wear something before I see what it is.

The final event of the evening was late-night bowling (the dramatis personae for this part of the evening consisted of Christa, Stacie, Srav, Laura, and Naomi). Plus DDR. Which I suck at. I mean, really, really bad. Admittedly, I’m not much better at bowling, either. Although I was almost disembowelled after saying that and getting two spares on my first go. Thankfully, my form reasserted itself, and the threat of bloodshed passed. Lots of fun (although Laura has to be barred from all our future games, because she’s far too good).

Silly Hat Department 2: I was worried about breaking the tiara at the bowling alley, so a compromise was worked out: I would wear Collin’s purple fluffy hat instead. Hmm.

That brings us to today and my sneaky friends. Naomi had to go to work this morning, and got a lift from Stacie into Durham. Or so I thought. Because Laura and I went off to Durham later in the day, ostensibly to a place called The Scrap Exchange, but we had to drop a bottle of wine of at Laura’s new apartment…

…where a surprise was waiting for me! A surprise Easter Egg hunt, in fact. Naomi had hidden plastic eggs full of sweets in their house and in the wonderful woods surrounding. It was our job (Stacie, Srav, Laura, and me) to hunt them down. More difficult than it sounds, and some squirrels will be dining well tonight, as five or so eggs (from sixty, so we did quite well!) could not be recovered during our search. Pictures will probably go up tomorrow. I also got an extra prize; an egg keychain from Christa, who couldn’t join us as she was off with family. But no pie, I’m told.

Srav and Stacie had to go off to write papers and take exams; yes, all that boring but necessary stuff. Laura, Naomi, and I, on the other hand, went off to the Museum of Life and Sciences to play on the drums, spray each other with water, and look for wolves. We had much more fun. Plus! Dinosaur! Easter Sunday simply isn’t complete without a huge dinosaur making an appearance.

Silly Hat Department 3: Most of this afternoon was spent wearing a fez. And scaring small children. Again.

That, then, was my birthday weekend. And much fun was had by all. At least, I hope so, anyway.

I have not yet seen New Earth. Anybody telling me spoilers (I’ve downloaded a torrent to watch sometime soon) will be attacked viciously with a sonic screwdriver…

currently playing: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Still In Love

Not The Coke Blãk!

Heather bravely tries the fusion horror.

Meanwhile, Christa appears to be firing heat rays from her eyes…

Eggcellent

I think we used every egg-related pun yesterday. The yolk just wasn't funny after a few hours.