welcome to North Carolina, where "entertained" just begs for quotation marks
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.
That plaque ia actually a little unusual for this town because it's actually next to the object it's commemorating, whereas many of them are old enough to refer to buildings that have since been torn down, which leads to tourists like me scratching their heads and trying to figure out if it's the parking lot or the shoe store that is so very historical. At some point the plaques will need plaques, and then it's all over.
Also, if like some us your primary association is the movie, it's always fun to see the phrase "Cape Fear" attached to the names of innocuous businesses. Cape Fear Formal Wear! Cape Fear Human Resources! w00t!
Another fun North Carolina fact, video game edition: remember those enormous spiders you had to kill in the later versions of Zelda to trigger various lame rewards? (Yes, I know they're called skulltullas. I just sortof wish I didn't.)
Well, the originals live around here.
(I think that's the first time I've ever needed to link to a Wikipedia entry that includes "Harmless" in the table of contents.)
Also, there are two identically dressed old men sitting at the coffeeshop table next to me. A lot of old men dress alike, but these two are wearing exactly the same khaki shorts, loafers, woven leather belt, and rimless eyeglasses. The only difference is that one of them has a polo shirt with a blue stripe and the other one has a polo shirt with a pink stripe. And now they're complaining about how weedkillers these days sure don't kill weeds. I kind of totally love them.
Yes. This town is actually awesome. Now that I've said that, radioronin will move away, but what can you do.
Our most notable accomplishment thus far (aside from a lot of drinking beers by the water, which I can't recommend enough) was dropping by the local wwesque wrestling league. While the Wilmington league does suffer from the lack of a possibly jaundiced announcer (which role being filled by an indifferent teenage girl dressed like Batgirl on a job interview) and poor choreography (one guy was actually yelling "stomp!" every time he fake-socked his opponent, presumably to remind him that he was supposed to be stomping), it was still wrestling and thus hilarious. Except for the guy whose costume consisted of tighty whiteys on which he had written his initials, and which regrettably did not stay on for the whole match. That was, shall we say, a package that could have been better wrapped.
Have also:
- demanded to see alligators and been taken to a pond to watch a fat, annoyed one roll its eyes at people who were trying to feed it rawhide
- tried to take pictures of the nuclear power plant so the radio station could use them as stock photos, and managed not to get pinched by Homeland Security
- learned that some people don't appreciate their luck in being from a place called "Monkey Junction"
- taught radioronin how to wheelbarrow her cat
And should now be working. Darn.
That plaque ia actually a little unusual for this town because it's actually next to the object it's commemorating, whereas many of them are old enough to refer to buildings that have since been torn down, which leads to tourists like me scratching their heads and trying to figure out if it's the parking lot or the shoe store that is so very historical. At some point the plaques will need plaques, and then it's all over.
Also, if like some us your primary association is the movie, it's always fun to see the phrase "Cape Fear" attached to the names of innocuous businesses. Cape Fear Formal Wear! Cape Fear Human Resources! w00t!
Another fun North Carolina fact, video game edition: remember those enormous spiders you had to kill in the later versions of Zelda to trigger various lame rewards? (Yes, I know they're called skulltullas. I just sortof wish I didn't.)
Well, the originals live around here.
(I think that's the first time I've ever needed to link to a Wikipedia entry that includes "Harmless" in the table of contents.)
Also, there are two identically dressed old men sitting at the coffeeshop table next to me. A lot of old men dress alike, but these two are wearing exactly the same khaki shorts, loafers, woven leather belt, and rimless eyeglasses. The only difference is that one of them has a polo shirt with a blue stripe and the other one has a polo shirt with a pink stripe. And now they're complaining about how weedkillers these days sure don't kill weeds. I kind of totally love them.
Yes. This town is actually awesome. Now that I've said that, radioronin will move away, but what can you do.
Our most notable accomplishment thus far (aside from a lot of drinking beers by the water, which I can't recommend enough) was dropping by the local wwesque wrestling league. While the Wilmington league does suffer from the lack of a possibly jaundiced announcer (which role being filled by an indifferent teenage girl dressed like Batgirl on a job interview) and poor choreography (one guy was actually yelling "stomp!" every time he fake-socked his opponent, presumably to remind him that he was supposed to be stomping), it was still wrestling and thus hilarious. Except for the guy whose costume consisted of tighty whiteys on which he had written his initials, and which regrettably did not stay on for the whole match. That was, shall we say, a package that could have been better wrapped.
Have also:
- demanded to see alligators and been taken to a pond to watch a fat, annoyed one roll its eyes at people who were trying to feed it rawhide
- tried to take pictures of the nuclear power plant so the radio station could use them as stock photos, and managed not to get pinched by Homeland Security
- learned that some people don't appreciate their luck in being from a place called "Monkey Junction"
- taught radioronin how to wheelbarrow her cat
And should now be working. Darn.