The things you find when cleaning out the camera.

Props to Raleigh-Durham for having the only used bookstore I've ever encountered in an airport ( Read more... )

There's a plaque here in Wilmington (well, more of a slab, really, but who's counting) commemorating the oldest gentlemen's club in the state. I only mention it because it also contains the phrase "Here George Washington was entertained", which leads me to believe that he must have been a fairly cranky bastard the rest of the time. Who knew ( Read more... )

Things I learned during our trip to Finland ( Read more... )

I would like to take this time to register my indignation at the upcoming movie of The Dark is Rising. Normally I'd give it a chance because it has Christopher Eccleston in it, but it's actually being directed and produced by the guys behind The Path to 9/11. Good job blaming the Democrats for 9/11! Why don't you go ruin a well-loved young adult ( Read more... )

NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR (having incredibly loud phone conversation in his backyard while I have the window open ( Read more... )

Thom accidentally broke my heart this week by telling me that there was a wizard rock band called . . . (wait for it) . . . Weasleys Tore My Flesh. Sadly, it turned out to be just a joke from Gawker, but I spent about an hour trying to find the band's address so I could send them chocolates and audition tapes before I had to face the truth. Still, ( Read more... )

(phone ringing)
ME (bleary from lack of sleep): Hello?
MALE VOICE: Girl, you need to get over here and meet my mama.
ME: What?
MALE VOICE: My mama is cookin' fine!
ME: I think you have the wrong number?
MALE VOICE: mumble mumble mumble mamaME: (hangs up ( Read more... )

Little car, little car, why do you squeal?
We've had you checked over from rooftop to wheel.
Are you trying to tell us of some secret pain?
Or just that you hate being parked in the rain?
Or are these shudders and squeaks all part of the plan,
to run off and ditch us for an industro-noise band?

Thom -- above and beyond the call as always -- came with me to the midnight bookstore madness last night, and spent almost two hours waiting for all the pre-reserved folks to buy their copies of HP7 so I could get one. I may have been nerdy enough to come straight home and read it in the wee hours, but at least I made it home; there was one guy ( Read more... )