I took this pic of a T-Rex school at the museum in Raleigh. I didn't even know we had such a nice museum and it was the first time I ever got this close to an actual T-Rex skull. I was in awe.
Thanks again to Lee for driving to the museum.
Wednesday, August 20, 2003
Poprocket
Last night I went and saw one of my favorite local bands called Poprocket. I don't want to get too enthusiastic about them since I haven't seen them in way too long of a time. If I liked them so much I would have seen them more in the last year. I feel kind of band about not seeing them because I know it doesn't take a very large crowd to make a local band's day and I should support bands like Poprocket which I think are playing music that is unique and special.
Last night was interesting because there really weren't very many people in the bar but most of the people there were there to see the band. Poprocket played a quick and very tight 30 minute electric set. That was cool because they were supposed to play acoustic but the guitarista and singer, Jay Garrigan, broke a string on his acoustic right before they were to start the show. He said, fuck it, and they played an electric set which is what I wanted to see anyway.
Near the end of the set a small group of young whoo-girls came through and almost drowned the band out. Jay appeared to turn his amp up, either that or he was adjusting the sound. It did seem to get louder. Jay was supposed to play an acoustic solo set later in the night but more whoo-girls came in after the band ended and I had to get the hell out of there. They were giving me a headache and upsetting my stomach.
Last night I went and saw one of my favorite local bands called Poprocket. I don't want to get too enthusiastic about them since I haven't seen them in way too long of a time. If I liked them so much I would have seen them more in the last year. I feel kind of band about not seeing them because I know it doesn't take a very large crowd to make a local band's day and I should support bands like Poprocket which I think are playing music that is unique and special.
Last night was interesting because there really weren't very many people in the bar but most of the people there were there to see the band. Poprocket played a quick and very tight 30 minute electric set. That was cool because they were supposed to play acoustic but the guitarista and singer, Jay Garrigan, broke a string on his acoustic right before they were to start the show. He said, fuck it, and they played an electric set which is what I wanted to see anyway.
Near the end of the set a small group of young whoo-girls came through and almost drowned the band out. Jay appeared to turn his amp up, either that or he was adjusting the sound. It did seem to get louder. Jay was supposed to play an acoustic solo set later in the night but more whoo-girls came in after the band ended and I had to get the hell out of there. They were giving me a headache and upsetting my stomach.
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
Vacation rocks
You may be wondering if I'm bored yet since I have been on vacation since August 8th. The answer is, fuck no. I think I've been out of bed before ten a.m. once. Heaven.
Whenever anyone asks me what I do in my free time I give the usual answers like reading, playing on the 'puter, television, riding my bike and long walks in the rain. I never mention an acitvity which I realized last night that deserves mention: listening to music.
I have a fairly large collection of CD's and most that are self-burned are bootlegs. Last night and Sunday night Wendell and I spent a few hours sitting in the front room listening to music. Television off and tunes just playing.
Sometimes when Chris, Wendell and I listen to music we get excited and start playing DJ. Running into the room and grabbing a handful of CD's and playing a song or two from several albums. Sometimes I enjoy doing that more than playing full albums, especially with CD's since many of them now run over an hour.
So I'm going to add that to my list, listening to tunes. It's a hobby, dammit.
You may be wondering if I'm bored yet since I have been on vacation since August 8th. The answer is, fuck no. I think I've been out of bed before ten a.m. once. Heaven.
Whenever anyone asks me what I do in my free time I give the usual answers like reading, playing on the 'puter, television, riding my bike and long walks in the rain. I never mention an acitvity which I realized last night that deserves mention: listening to music.
I have a fairly large collection of CD's and most that are self-burned are bootlegs. Last night and Sunday night Wendell and I spent a few hours sitting in the front room listening to music. Television off and tunes just playing.
Sometimes when Chris, Wendell and I listen to music we get excited and start playing DJ. Running into the room and grabbing a handful of CD's and playing a song or two from several albums. Sometimes I enjoy doing that more than playing full albums, especially with CD's since many of them now run over an hour.
So I'm going to add that to my list, listening to tunes. It's a hobby, dammit.
Monday, August 18, 2003
Sunday, August 17, 2003
Friday, August 15, 2003
Headin' out
Today, around 5:20, I'm hopping the train to Durham to hang out with Lee over the weekend.
I just found out yesterday that Sleazefest is taking place at a club in Chapel Hill. The Dirtbombs are playing! The fucking Dirtbombs!! Then I saw that Southern Culture on the Skids is playing before the Dirtbombs! What an incredible lineup. I then saw the price of the tickets: $25. Dang. I wonder if I offered them ten dollars they'd let me come in for the Dirtbombs' show? Probably not.
Today, around 5:20, I'm hopping the train to Durham to hang out with Lee over the weekend.
I just found out yesterday that Sleazefest is taking place at a club in Chapel Hill. The Dirtbombs are playing! The fucking Dirtbombs!! Then I saw that Southern Culture on the Skids is playing before the Dirtbombs! What an incredible lineup. I then saw the price of the tickets: $25. Dang. I wonder if I offered them ten dollars they'd let me come in for the Dirtbombs' show? Probably not.
Thursday, August 14, 2003
PB & J
I used to purchase peanut butter and use it to occasionally make sammiches with it, of course. When I have a jar of peanut butter it tends to last a long time since I don't eat it very often. And because of that it's ability to last a few months on a shelf it's handy to have around when you don't feel like cooking. You can simply whup together a PB & J.
I stopped buy peanut butter a few years ago because my roommate always ate the shit up. Having a jar of peanut butter around was like leaving a can of cat food out. It's gonna get eaten exclusively until it's gone. I'd go to make a PP & J and there would be just enough peanut butter left in the jar to piss me off.
I'd say "you ate all the fucking peanut butter."
He'd say "There's some left." Complete bullshit.
"Yeah," I'd say, "there's enough left to coat the outside of the jar so that I can't see it's empty."
"Quit your bitchin'"
So I just fucking stopped buying peanut butter.
I bought peanut butter today, though, because I have a new roomate. I also bought strawberry jam. I had me a PB & J.
I should call it a PB & J and M. Because I coat the bread that the peanut butter goes on with margarine. I like the margarine and peanut butter together. I love the taste of the three textures and flavors mixing together. It's like eating cake without the very real danger of a tummy ache.
I used to purchase peanut butter and use it to occasionally make sammiches with it, of course. When I have a jar of peanut butter it tends to last a long time since I don't eat it very often. And because of that it's ability to last a few months on a shelf it's handy to have around when you don't feel like cooking. You can simply whup together a PB & J.
I stopped buy peanut butter a few years ago because my roommate always ate the shit up. Having a jar of peanut butter around was like leaving a can of cat food out. It's gonna get eaten exclusively until it's gone. I'd go to make a PP & J and there would be just enough peanut butter left in the jar to piss me off.
I'd say "you ate all the fucking peanut butter."
He'd say "There's some left." Complete bullshit.
"Yeah," I'd say, "there's enough left to coat the outside of the jar so that I can't see it's empty."
"Quit your bitchin'"
So I just fucking stopped buying peanut butter.
I bought peanut butter today, though, because I have a new roomate. I also bought strawberry jam. I had me a PB & J.
I should call it a PB & J and M. Because I coat the bread that the peanut butter goes on with margarine. I like the margarine and peanut butter together. I love the taste of the three textures and flavors mixing together. It's like eating cake without the very real danger of a tummy ache.
I'm prescient
I had a dream last week. I was walking in New York City and all the lights were out. It scared me so I cancelled by trip to New York. Call me Nostra Edmus.
This power outage is making me look like a fucking genius. I'd be sitting in a train right now somewhere around Washington D.C. while listening to an announcement that would be telling me to get the fuck off the train and go find a room.
I had a dream last week. I was walking in New York City and all the lights were out. It scared me so I cancelled by trip to New York. Call me Nostra Edmus.
This power outage is making me look like a fucking genius. I'd be sitting in a train right now somewhere around Washington D.C. while listening to an announcement that would be telling me to get the fuck off the train and go find a room.
Tuesday, August 12, 2003
It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm a lighter loser. If I have a lighter I can't keep track of it. Very rarely do I keep a lighter long enough for its fluid to actually run out. I prefer transparent lighters so you can see the progress of the lighter fluid. The closer it gets to the bottom the more excited I get and the more attached I get to the lighter. It's like the retirement of an athlete whose career you followed; you want to be there at the end so you can savor his accomplishments.
Today my clear plastic lighter, which I think I may have stolen from Wendell, died. I had hope it would last until tomorrow so I could buy a replacement on a convenient trip to the store. Now I am forced into borrowing Wendell's current lighter and he's being very careful in ensuring that I do not walk off with it.
Did you ever have a lighter last so long that it starts to become special? You start to associate yourself with it. It becomes yours. You start to think that maybe I found that magic lighter, the one that lasts forever. Fantasies start to jump into your brain. Maybe you'll never have to buy another lighter for the rest of your life. Perhaps this lighter actually works underwater. I bet this is even the type of lighter they use on the space shuttle. I bet this is the very lighter that Chuck Yeager used to find his car keys when he dropped them while attempting to drunkenly open his car door back when he was a stud test pilot.
Nah, it's just a lighter and it's going to expire and leave you lighting paper with a stove burner because you are home alone and the only matches available are cheap ones you can get free at a titty bar.
I'm a lighter loser. If I have a lighter I can't keep track of it. Very rarely do I keep a lighter long enough for its fluid to actually run out. I prefer transparent lighters so you can see the progress of the lighter fluid. The closer it gets to the bottom the more excited I get and the more attached I get to the lighter. It's like the retirement of an athlete whose career you followed; you want to be there at the end so you can savor his accomplishments.
Today my clear plastic lighter, which I think I may have stolen from Wendell, died. I had hope it would last until tomorrow so I could buy a replacement on a convenient trip to the store. Now I am forced into borrowing Wendell's current lighter and he's being very careful in ensuring that I do not walk off with it.
Did you ever have a lighter last so long that it starts to become special? You start to associate yourself with it. It becomes yours. You start to think that maybe I found that magic lighter, the one that lasts forever. Fantasies start to jump into your brain. Maybe you'll never have to buy another lighter for the rest of your life. Perhaps this lighter actually works underwater. I bet this is even the type of lighter they use on the space shuttle. I bet this is the very lighter that Chuck Yeager used to find his car keys when he dropped them while attempting to drunkenly open his car door back when he was a stud test pilot.
Nah, it's just a lighter and it's going to expire and leave you lighting paper with a stove burner because you are home alone and the only matches available are cheap ones you can get free at a titty bar.
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