Sigh

So still no internet connection at home (I have service now AND the modem, but the software necessary for proper installation doesn't like my aging, idiosyncratic computer) and I lead a boring life* so nothing to post about really.
On the plus side, it's almost my birthday so I'm planning that festivity. Also, I bought 3... 6... 9... Seconds of Light on vinyl and a Merge Records comp (for $6, people! 20 great songs for $6!!) AND I have free tickets to see The Butchies (no, I don't know who they are either, but Kimya Dawson from the Mouldy Peaches is opening. Also I have this odd belief there might be a gay indie boy to pick up there tonight, for some reason**).

*When I'm not hanging out with the Essex Green or the Pinkslips, as I have this week. Yep, right after the show we all went along to Lantern and drank. We talked about their show in Scotland (E G is a side project of two people in The Ladybug Transistor) and they knew Gordon, my favourite bartender in the world, once again proving he is Damn Cool.

**They're all over the place in Chapel Hill, apparently, but damned if I can find one.

Scenester, Hipster
Indie, Emo

So remember this post about me being mistaken for a Ryan McGinty indie-type model? (26 Feb)
So the Raleigh News and Observer finally got around to printing the story that evolved from that fiasco. They were really pissed I wasn't one of those kids, so I'm not actually in the story but it sums of the local scene with amusing precision: "You can be on a high horse in a one-horse town." He he.
Actually, they do a pretty piss poor job. Chapel Hill, local scenester paradise gets the short end of the stick and the OCSC gets a "granola" description that is so not true. But still.
If you want to be a hipster, apparently one must read this.
But be prepared to laugh your proverbials off.