In response to the last post where I was looking for the band, the correct answer was The Gin Blossoms. Julie K got it right, blowing my mind in the process. Other guesses were Silverchair, Candlebox, Stone Temple Pilots, Blind Melon, The Kinks, The Posies and others that I can't remember. Doesn't matter because they were all wrong!

Good news on the magazine home front, where Rolling Stone has been the bane of my existence since 1997. See, I joined one of those magazine subscription services where they give you like 8 magazines for forty bucks. I quickly tired of the magazines and most of the subscriptions finally expired after two years except for a few that were four year subscriptions. Those finally expired and I was pleased as punch. Then, suddenly and inexplicably, a few months later I started getting them again. For no reason. A year passed and most of them stopped coming except for Rolling Stone. I called Rolling Stone and told them that though I had a subscription I would like to stop receiving their magazine. I didn't want a refund, I just wanted to not get the magazine anymore. They told me they could not do this. So finally a few days ago I got a Rolling Stone in the mail that warned me it was my last issue if I didn't renew and I was very excited and will remain excited unless they do it again. Why, you might ask, is it such a bother? Because I am an information whore and I can't throw a magazine away without reading it, for fear I might miss well, something. It's a sickness. But not a bad kind. Well, I guess it is a bad kind if it makes me read crap like Rolling Stone.

There seems to be a really disturbing trend in our Queen City of Charlotte that I find to be, well, quite disturbing: driving backwards. This morning I was driving along towards a red light on a street next to a Harris Teeter that has a few restaurants on it and the car at the red light proceeds to start driving backwards a good 400 feet to get to the Hardee's, swerving and curving the whole time. I just stopped and pulled over so they could do their thing, fraught with fear. Other examples from THE PAST WEEK where I happened to be directly behind these people:

• Someone backing up on the interstate because they missed their exit
• People backing up in the Wal-Mart parking lot on several different rows at the same time to get a parking spot they drove past
• Someone backing up down an off ramp to turn back onto a street

Damn people, just make a u-turn or get a spot not as close to the building. Endangering lives, though fun, is in reality not nice.

Last weekend we moved to a new apartment and I must admit that moving sucks just as bad as it ever did. Funny how in your head you forget how bad it really sucked the last time you did it, which was less than a year ago. Of course, given the choice between moving across town, as I did this time, and moving across the country, like I did last time, I'll take the spike in the skull because I don't want to do either again for a very long period of time.