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Last post for a few days. We’re driving up to Memphis tomorrow to visit Patrick’s family & tear shit up at Elvis’s house. Until then:

Happy Turkey (or tofurkey) Day!

Now, I’m finna go give thanks with my homies. Peace out.

Fun and challenging! I made this shirt last night for Lindsey. It’s only the second stencil I’ve ever made. Making it, I’ve realized a few things. 1) I need to work on my patience. Especially while wielding an exacto. 2) Acrylic covers well, but I know this shirt will crack when it’s washed. I need fabric medium or flat out fabric paint. 3) I need to paint in thin layers, letting them dry in between. Pretty much, aside from those things, I think this shirt came out pretty well. Stretchy fabric is kind of annoying, though.

Well, my laptop is officially and completely FUBAR. Okay, maybe not permanently, but it’s unusable for now. Let’s see, a few weeks ago we took it in for an AC jack repair at CompuLead (by the old Target store) and the guy, Jason Liao, said “hey, no problem. It’s a common problem, we’ll fix it for $79.” I said great, wonderful, I knew you could, thanks! A week or so later, we picked it up, brought it home, had it work for about 5 seconds, then it stopped. The battery wouldn’t even hold a charge. So we brought it back in. Dude said hey, we’ll look at it again. Don’t call me though, I have jury duty. Anyway, long story short, we got it home again, it didn’t work, took it back tonight, showed him that not only didn’t he fix what he said he would, but my battery no longer worked. Thanks, guy! But he refused to give me my money back. Before I argued with him for 30 minutes, I mean. Even after that I only got 90% back. Jerk!

Aside from being upset about the computer problem and the lack of satisfactory customer service, the guy refused to speak to me. He wouldn’t even LOOK at me. He actually had the audacity to say to me “This is between me and the man.” He also referred to me as Patrick’s “lady.” WTF? I will never ever again take my computer or my business to CompuLead here in Athens.

Last night I attended a screening of “Wal-Mart: The High Cost of Low Price.” It was a pretty well done documentary, by the same guy who made “Out Foxed” (which we loved). There were about 30 seats at viewing location and the room was absolutely packed. Hardly even standing room.

If you haven’t seen this documentary yet, I highly suggest checking out the website to find a screening near you. Even if you’ve hated Wal-Mart for a long time, I guarantee this film will be eye-opening.

I want this.
AND I need it.
When financial aid comes in, I’m getting it.

Last night was Bright Eyes at the Georgia Theater.

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I’m not entirely sure what to say about the show. Underwhelming seems appropriate. Which is not to say that the music wasn’t enjoyable and that the show wasn’t worth going or paying or standing in a crowd of kids who probably cried later on because Conor just “gets them.” There were moments when I thought to myself that the harp and the lights and the new electronic concoction that Bright Eyes mixed up was just so soothing that I could probably nap a while on the gig cases stacked up in the corner of the theater. Conor was completely appropriate through the whole (short) set. He did mention, as Patrick blogged, that he normally doesn’t get a very warm welcome in Athens. I’m unsure if it’s because of the frat-tastic political leanings of some of our residents or just because he’s kind of a twat. I’m personally leaning towards twat. He did give a little semi political speach near the end of the show, which warmed my heart in a weird way, and incouraged me not to give up on the world just yet.

The opening band, the one we saw at lest, not only failed to impress, but pretty much stunk. Feist was not feisty – or spunky, or smart, or catchy – but really just boring. But no one expected much.

It’s just hard to impress me lately. Unless, of course I’m drunk and listening to Krush Girls. I’ve never been so excited to hear a Kelly Clarkson song in my entire life. When a power pair of DJs can do that to me, my friends, it’s magic.

Also, props to Slow Runner for rocking last Friday. The Björk cover was amazing. And thanks to Lindsey for introducing me to them.

I just caught the last 20 minutes of a movie that I’d never heard of before now, called “The Shape of Things.” It stars Paul Rudd as some sort of nerd/socially inept college grad. student (from what I gathered at the end, and also from IMDB) who’s seduced by Rachel Weisz, a doctoral art student. I don’t want to spoil it for anyone, but wow, what a fucked up ending. I’d really like to see the whole thing.

Friday night we took our com-crap laptop to the local fixery. The AC jack has become loose so that no power gets to the computer unless you hold the cord a certain funny way. This happened on two other compaq laptops that I have owned. The harddrive on the first one was fried because of this problem. I’m not sure if the second one was also fried, as I have never been witness to one of the meltdowns, but I’m pretty sure it’s dead. We had the sense to actually stop using this one and take it to be repaired before it exploded this time around. Hopefully the guy really can fix it. Meh.

I saw a fellow blogger out on Friday night. I don’t know this one personally, but she seems to be a bit of a celebrity. Ain’t that something? I was buying a tweezer when I saw her…

Crap. I have to do some work.

Someone told me last night, and I am not advocating throwing bottles at bands you dislike by posting this, that someone beaned Conor Oberst with a bottle of beer at his last performance here in Athens at the 40watt. And you know what that poor boy did? He said to the dude that threw the bottle “If I had more testosterone I’d do something about that.” hmm…

Someone just contacted me about a “Live-in Counseling position” in Stone Mountain, Georgia. Had I been more conscious when they called, I would’ve asked more questions, even though it’s an obvious “no, but thanks.” Where did dude get my resume anyhow? I bet it would’ve turned out like some sort of Halloween movie.