One of the few GOP stickers you'll see in Carrboro…
One of the few GOP stickers you'll see in Carrboro…
No indie karaoke last night in the end, but apparently I’m not quite off the hook yet.There’s loads of stickers around the town advertising a band or website with the image of Myra Hindley, which seems a little weird; there’s probably little shock value from that, considering I guess that most people here won’t know about the Moors Murderers. My feet have once again broken out in blisters, with extra blisters on top of those. You know, you’d think that I’d learn, but nooo. Today, I’m wearing chunky socks which seems to make walking bearable. Panera Bread has wonderful hot chocolate. Squirrels don’t like having their picture taken. I saw somebody coming out of University Massage yesterday. Ewwwwwwww. I’ve only seen the UNC campus be so empty once before, and that was on the Fall Break. It’s like a ghost town, albeit a ghost town under heavy construction. The fountain is still running, although I’ve resisted the temptation to run through it. Singing A New Engand and Regret at the top of your voice while walking down the street is guaranteed to get you some odd looks. It’s going to be 40˚C on Tuesday. This will probably mean that Bonnie is going to put a price on my head, but I’m more concerned, right now, with how to survive the day itself. I think I might decamp to Southpoint and stay in the cool air of the shops and movie screens until the temperature dies down to something reasonable.
Anyway, after waking up late in Naomi’s apartment yesterday, we decided to head to the Spotted Dog, where Laura works, to see how she was handling the morning & afternoon after. Oh, and get something to eat of course. We made plans to go see Charlie & The Chocolate Factory later (and drool at the Apple Store, naturally), but these fell through after everybody else either had other things to do, or passed out through lack of sleep. So yesterday was a lazy day; through the magic of Kinko’s I managed to recreate the half of Stacie’s birthday present that I’d left at home, and a bit later on, I watched Mean Girls with Christa, Hannah, and Collin, before chasing a cat around a housing estate (trying to catch it, but failing miserably).The comic shop has moved! I went behind the Bank of America complex as normal, only to find an empty shopfront. The usual thoughts of ‘oh no, I’ve killed another comic shop! And I liked this one!’ went through my head, but as I walked back to Carrboro, I found a new comic shop on Franklin Street. I went inside, and hurrah! The old owner! Apparently they moved four months ago; the new location doesn’t flood, and as they’re now on Chapel Hill’s main road, they’re getting more walk-in traffic. Good news there then, even if the new location feels a tiny bit smaller. Finally for today - two years ago, I left a bunch of mix CDs dotted around Chapel Hill, with my email address on. I got one reply from a girl, Rachel, who found one of them. Since then, we’ve become quite good friends, chatting over the internet inbetween work and classes. She goes to university in a different state, so she hasn’t been around when I’ve been visiting. But it appears that we were in the same shop during roughly the timeframe yesterday, which is a little spooky…
Now, I would tell you what happened last night, but firstly, I don’t think anybody would believe me if I told you where I ended up, and secondly, it’s a little embarrassing. I think we can sum up with this though:Laura (and Naomi as well), is a bad influence. Tomorrow night: Indie Karaoke. Any suggestions?
Yes, after five years, the place where the Wicked Burrito used to live is finally being converted into something else. sniff, sniff
Floors and floors and floors of books!
Yes, this is the only picture that I took that came out looking half-decent.
Ah, Collin. Life is so much weirder with him around. Or even when he’s not, as suggested by the title of today’s entry.So, to sum up: HOT, but alive. I do have entries written on paper for Atlanta, which I will endeavour to get typed up in the next couple of days. Just to be confusing, though, I’ll be posting them during the dates of last week, to plug up the big gap for future readers. I’ll post links to them at the top of the blog when they’re up so you don’t miss them (I know, you’re all on tenterhooks concerning my thoughts on the Atlanta public transport system). Anyway, I’m in Chapel Hill. Portland was good fun, if a little short. Lovely trains and buses criss-crossing the city, a fabulous book store (yay Powells!) that I could live in if only they provided beds, wonderful waterfalls outside the city, and a lovely tour-guide who made sure I got to see everything and have a good time while doing so. Hurrah for Portland, then. Chapel Hill is, of course, much the same as before; a few places have closed, some new shops have appeared, and the Southpoint Mall is currently getting a new Super Target. The campus is under construction awaiting the new students of 2005, and it’s hot. Really hot. Even the residents are complaining about the heat, so I don’t feel too bad about dying when walking outside. Still to come! More wanderings, pictures of Chapel Hill, Atlanta and Portland, plus a Refreshers bar stuck to the front page of the blog (warning: perhaps a lie).
A new personal record: 90 minutes with Homeland Security!
Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask this for a week or so, but kept on forgetting:Does anybody have, or know somebody who might have, any Kenickie appearances that they’re willing to allow me to copy? I’m particularly looking for radio interviews, TV segments, and most of all, their music videos (preferably VHS). This is for Secret Project No.3, and I’d be most grateful if anybody could help me. I’ve had a look on eBay with no luck; I suppose I could ping the mailing list, but seeing as how it’s been moribund for several years now, I thought asking here might be more useful. If you can help, either post in the comments on this entry, or send me an email at email@example.com. Thanks!