rgoer's New Writeups

Paint's Grocery (idea)

2002-10-07T15:55:56Z

Mr. Paint had spent the better part of forty years making a go of it in the small-time grocery business, and though his frequent patrons would die of shock upon hearing him say so, he had seen his fair share of what most would call good times. Mr. Paint poured his very heart into the running of that grocery; he faithfully kept the shelves fully stocked and the floors neatly swept. He ran a nice store, a clean store, a good store; you could just feel it when you walked through the door. If you brought it up in conversation, no one would disagree with you.

Broken down to its purest state of being, Paint's Grocery was the corner store. Its corner happened to be, likely enough, on the edge of a neighborhood and near a school. The roads that formed this corner were fairly average roads; one of them was four lanes, one was only two, and neither could be called busy. These roads had nice sidewalks…

The Cherry Valence (thing)

2002-10-06T01:59:59Z

"...it is possible that The Cherry Valence is the greatest rock band around today."
Or so says Terry Eagan of ink 19, at least...

By some bizarre turn of events, it was sometime around 1997 that Portland, OR let out a rock-and-roll sirens' call that managed to draw just enough talent away from the Triangle to form the most hard-rockinest, body-movinest quintet ever by which your ears will bleed.

After meeting in Portland and deciding that the world was ready for their particular flavor of kick your ass rock, the five of them (being guitarists Cheetie Kumar and Jamie Williams, bassist Paul Siler, and dueling drummers/vocalists Nick Whitley and Brian Quast) returned to the tobacco road neck of the woods. It was there that they really got the band off the ground, and opened a nightclub called kings,…

Way (idea)

2002-09-23T16:28:46Z

From the Wayne's World series of SNL sketches (and later a film):

Way, interj.

The counter to (and opposite of) the exclamation: "No Way!"

Dream Log: September 23, 2002 (idea)

2002-09-23T11:35:03Z

Allow me to preface this: I have now spent the better part of seventeen days awake, toiling without relief in front of the sterile CRT glow of AliasWavefront StudioTools to meet the deadlines of my ID studio. What little sleep I have managed to catch has usually been too brief to warrant any sustained period of R.E.M.. On top of that, the few fleeting dreams that didn't pass completely and instantly out of short-term memory seem to have been overrun with Alias-related minutia... I feel that my subconscious has been supremely violated! But I digress... and on to the dream description proper we proceed:

So I'm sitting there, hard at work (and this is my dream I'm describing), trying my damnedest to successfully join these two non-coincident curves at this normal looking CV; Alias keeps telling me that I simply can not accomplish this. I keep…