on various lesser historical events
so the day before yesterday i came home from work and jet was in my house. i didn't have my jetswatter so i just hugged her and gave her a portabella pizza instead (being a lowly pizza guy does have it's perks). this is all part of my plan to woo her to live down here. we hung out with eddie, took a late-night bike ride in the dixie swelter and talked that first night. yesterday we woke up and did little things like shop for food. i gave her the nickle tour of carrboro and environs and she asked random strangers if she should move here. they all said yes. everyone loves it around here, it's like a little bit of paradise, as only a bubble can be.
we found a little store in the mall (converted from an old cotton mill, once owned by mr. carr; hence "carrboro") that had edgy cartoon art on the walls and figurines of things from obscure and demented comics. they make them themselves! so if anyone reading this wants to have your art turned into figurines you could try giving them a call. i think this would be good for alicia and her guys, for instance. jet really wanted to work at this place, and still might. in less than 24 hours she went from "i don't know what the hell i'm doing" to "i have to try and find a job here." first interview tomorrow.
tomorrow i also get a roommate, a 23 year old linguistics grad student from northern illinois. he doesn't seem to have any stuff to speak of really, which is good because i have things for the rest of the place. connoissuers might be interested in hearing that my venus di milo is now outside gracing my front stoop instead of her usual indoors location.
jet helped me do what i've most wanted her to do: help me with decoration and stuff. when i moved here i actually tried to rope my friend brandi into being jet for me, bossing me around and telling me how i should rearrange my stuff. in just a few hours of bickering we improved the place alot i think.
we went out last night with my friend mimi to do a roundup of local bars: the OCSC, resevoir (playing inexplicable scenes from someone's hipster home movies) and hell, which is a basement place full of punkers and lesbians playing pool. i beat both mimi and jet in successive games of air hockey (i welcome all comers), using my left hand about half of the time, har har. poor mimi is in a perpetually drunken state to prepare for the return of her psuedo-boyfriend, a guy she can't quite have a good relationship with but who has broken up all her other relationships for the last couple of years. oh, and she may make me her property manager for when she takes a trip to india. nice!
tonight jet, brandi and eddie (should i be using secret names for these things? if only they had cryptic lj names) will be united for the first time. should be a historic event.
**thanks to my dharma buddy for the pics!
we found a little store in the mall (converted from an old cotton mill, once owned by mr. carr; hence "carrboro") that had edgy cartoon art on the walls and figurines of things from obscure and demented comics. they make them themselves! so if anyone reading this wants to have your art turned into figurines you could try giving them a call. i think this would be good for alicia and her guys, for instance. jet really wanted to work at this place, and still might. in less than 24 hours she went from "i don't know what the hell i'm doing" to "i have to try and find a job here." first interview tomorrow.
tomorrow i also get a roommate, a 23 year old linguistics grad student from northern illinois. he doesn't seem to have any stuff to speak of really, which is good because i have things for the rest of the place. connoissuers might be interested in hearing that my venus di milo is now outside gracing my front stoop instead of her usual indoors location.
jet helped me do what i've most wanted her to do: help me with decoration and stuff. when i moved here i actually tried to rope my friend brandi into being jet for me, bossing me around and telling me how i should rearrange my stuff. in just a few hours of bickering we improved the place alot i think.
we went out last night with my friend mimi to do a roundup of local bars: the OCSC, resevoir (playing inexplicable scenes from someone's hipster home movies) and hell, which is a basement place full of punkers and lesbians playing pool. i beat both mimi and jet in successive games of air hockey (i welcome all comers), using my left hand about half of the time, har har. poor mimi is in a perpetually drunken state to prepare for the return of her psuedo-boyfriend, a guy she can't quite have a good relationship with but who has broken up all her other relationships for the last couple of years. oh, and she may make me her property manager for when she takes a trip to india. nice!
tonight jet, brandi and eddie (should i be using secret names for these things? if only they had cryptic lj names) will be united for the first time. should be a historic event.
**thanks to my dharma buddy for the pics!