Conversations Not Likely To Be Heard In Tescos

Have you ever thrown a real grenade?

I look around, and I realise that the store clerk is talking to me. "Umm, no", I say, weighing up the option of running out of the shop and leaving my purchases behind. "I have. It's cool. My dad was in the war, and he has a bunch left over. If you threw you out there -" he points to the car park out side " - it'll blow a hole in that Buick!"

"Really?" Is it just me, or is the other guy ringing up my things really slowly? Somebody help me!

"Yeah. Sometimes, we pull the pin out, and put it back in quickly. And then we have duds, so we pull the pins out of them and throw them at passers-by. Hehehe."

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, the Harris Teeter at Carrboro.

Thursday night: not too much to report. There was drinking, more drinking, trying to look after Kavi, who had started ahead of everybody else and still wanted more to drink (plus a weird atmosphere between her and Sona, which almost derailed the night before it began), more Eliot quoting, and a ride home from the guy who hosted the party in Raleigh that I went to back in February. Here, have a picture:

currently playing: R.E.M. — Bad Day (did I mention that Bill Berry played last night?)

How Can You Mend A Broken Heart?

They’re working on it.

This may mark me out as a Font Nazi, but anyway: if you're making a professional documentary, please stay away from Comic Sans. It looks really bad as a title font. (It's not all that good as a comic lettering font, either, but that's a whole different story) Stick to Arial or Helvetica if you want a clean, simple style of type.

I had lots of things that I was going to talk about today, but after getting drenched in the rain and running back to Laura's, I've completely forgotten everything. Ho hum.

Oh! Wendy's Gift Vouchers! I noticed that they sell them today. What sort of occasion is right for Wendy's vouchers, I wonder?

— Honey! Look what I've got you for our anniversary! — $50 in Wendy's vouchers? — Yes dear. I hope your arteries choke. — Why, thank you, dear. And here's your present. — $50 in ABC vouchers? — Yes. Find the cheapest, nastiest brand of vodka, and drink yourself into the nearest emergency room.

Or something like that.

I do actually have something to write about, but I think it needs to remain secret until tomorrow, to protect my sources. (Of course, the first thing I did after getting my info was to send an email to Laura about it, who just happens to be a reporter for the college newspaper, but she has no voice today, so she couldn't tell anybody even if she wanted to 8-)).

currently playing: Life Without Buildings — Sorrow

24 Hours To Save Me

You have twenty-four hours to dissuade me from buying a digital camcorder. Go.

currently playing: Stellastarr* - Jenny

Please Don't Take Your Pictures

I think a shout out to Allison Walsh is required, considering that almost everyone I’ve spoken to in the past couple of days has said that she told them that this site was a good read. I suggest stronger glasses, but thanks for the kind words.

America needs to import Strepsils and industrial strength Lemsip.

Went to Henry's last night. It's the night that all the International students go, and I went a few times last year. It's always extremely busy, and last night was no exception. It was hard to hear the person next to you talking. But still, a good time was had; I met up with (and I apologise in advance for spelling the names wrong - hold on a second (takes off UNITAS t-shirt to look at the names)) Ai Ling, Li Li and Kira, as well as Sona and Parthe, so it turned out to a mini UNITAS reunion. Everybody seems to be leaving for the weekend, so Thursday is going to be the last night I'll be seeing most people. Almost time to go again.

For the UK readers: you'll be pleased to know it has been raining almost all day today. However, it's 20˚C, so I think I still win.

What to do with the rest of today? Hunting through the second-hand bins for a copy of JAMC's "Just Like Honey"? Some Iranian cinema? I think so.

Ninety days to go. Ninety days to go.

currently playing: Life Without Buildings — Let’s Get Out

I'm Scared To Say Hello

It’s been twenty-four hours, and nobody’s dropped dead yet, so I think I’m safe. Okay, Laura is ill, but she was ill before she ate dinner, so it can’t be blamed on me. Honest.

The recipient of the divine hammer will remain nameless. I'm building a House of Secrets here.

It took them long enough, but Hollywood finally came up with a way to get me interested in a Jim Carrey film. Damn them. Damn them all! In the end, it wasn't hard. Kate Winslet! With! Bright! Pink! Hair! I'm so easily bought.

Anyway, I went to see Lost In Translation today. After the unfair critical mauling she received for her part in Godfather III (like her father hadn't indulged in nepotism during Parts I and II), it's great to see Sofia Coppola continuing being one of the best directors around. If nothing else, this film is beautiful, showing the chaos and serenity of modern day Japan, and how it impacts on two Americans, Charlotte (Scarlett Johansson), and Bob Harris (Bill Murray), both adrift in Tokyo. It's not a gag-a-minute film; the comedy is slight, but deftly handled (as you'd probably expect with Murray being involved), and the film is equal parts sad, uplifting, despairing, and optimistic. Plus! That workshy layabout Kevin Shields does the incidental music! Bill Murray does karaoke to Roxy Music! And if you don't feel a tear coming on during the final two minutes, you don't have a heart (or, I'm a really soppy person who always falls for these sort of scenes. Hmm). If you can find a cinema playing it, I recommend that you give it a chance (it's only 102 minutes long, so it won't take too much out of your life, I promise).

UK-specific news now. Yay! They finally kicked Cox off the Breakfast Show! This is great…oh. Well, I guess I won’t be tuning back in for a little while yet, I suppose…

currently playing: Beth Orton — Feel To Believe

Knocking On The Door

Rivers of flesh and blood, stretching interpretations of Yom Kippur, gate-crashing a private reception, asking a question that had already been asked, ever-so-slightly embarrassing discussions of female anatomy at midnight, and the uncharacteristic urge to drop a cosmic anvil on somebody’s head. So, yeah, yesterday was a little strange.

But look! Here's a train!

And here's a little bit of copyright infringement, right here on campus (tsk, tsk):

Right, I've now finished running around Chapel Hill looking for ingredients, so it's time to start poisoning people…

currently playing: The Buzzcocks — Ever Fallen In Love?

Sweeping The Nation

I sometimes feel
I’m sweeping the nation
Showing my invisible friend
Places where I used to live, well
Doesn’t your balloon ever land?

The emasculation of a good friend
Is nothing I should be singing about
The tattoos all look old and faded
And stupid with a suit

Before they took the beach away
You used to walk your brains right up the coast
But you ended up sweeping the nation that's
Such a sad sad loss

An ice sculpture when the summer comes
A butterfly in winter
Aaga, Kicks, The Interrogated, Seize The Infidels
Chance
Laverne & Shirley
I've been wasting my life
And I've finally realised
I've wasted so much time

Are we as happy as when we had no money?
Yes we are but that's not why
Crippling failure, get crippling success well
Doesn't your balloon ever land?

I've got a red wooden transistor
Everything sounds best on that
So just make sure you sweep the nation
I wanna hear you on that
I wanna hear you on that
I wanna hear you on that
I wanna hear you on that
I wanna hear you on that

currently playing: guess…

The Best Day We Had In Ages

currently playing: New Order — Age of Consent

Come In, I'll Give You Shelter From The Storm

Ian begins the insane biography of LBJ. FEAR FOR MY MIND!

currently playing: The Go-Betweens — Heart and Home

Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall

A big celebrational cheer for Laura, who, in her first commissioned article for the Daily Tar Heel, not only made the paper (as opposed to just the web edition), but also got a prominent position on the front page. The web edition of the story is here (and hopefully the dth staff will fix the rather annoying typo in the headline soon). Let’s hope there’s more front-page stories to come :-).

In the past three days, I think I've walked the entire area of Chapel Hill. So it's time to have a rest; no more walking over the bridges of 15-501 for me today; instead, I'm wondering just how long it's going to take for these clothes to dry, and wondering if I can modify the toy gun in the corner to be fully automatic…

currently playing: Low — Point of Disgust