– this past weekend marked my first excursion to Athens, Georgia, home of R.E.M. and the B-52s and Jeff Daniels for the first six weeks of his life; it’s not the type of town I expected to have multiple Zaxby’s, but in fact they do (Zaxby’s was actually founded in nearby Statesboro, which helps to explain the proliferation)
– Athens is also not the type of town I expected to lack gazebos, and as you can see from the photo above at least one was very easy to find in the four-to-six block radius I traversed
– I visited the homeland of Stipe for a wedding; ’twas a lovely affair on all counts (yes, they played some R.E.M. during the reception per some local statute I’m sure)
– the day after the wedding a couple friends and I attempted to visit the grave of B-52s guitarist Ricky Wilson, but the Oconee Hill Cemetery office was closed and there were no maps tucked away by the door so we didn’t find jack; this is just further evidence all graveyards should be alphabetized or arranged by birth/death year
– the Last Resort serves up a pretty good cup of joe, and I hear the black bean soup is awesome
– in general Athens offers pretty hilly terrain, so keep that in mind when you look at a map and decide, “Oh, the Dunkin’ Donuts isn’t too far away from this hotel, I’ll just walk there for a treat in long pants and what feels like a thin sweatshirt in this eighty degree weather”
– the guy at Weaver D’s really does say “automatic!” all the time
General Electric employee Hemy Neuman is currently on trial in Georgia for the 2010 shooting death of Russell Sneiderman, who was married to Neuman’s co-worker (and apparent object of intense affection) Andrea Sneiderman. Hemy’s defense? Angels n’ demons. The defendant is claiming a representative from each of those otherworldly factions visited him just prior to the murder to coax him into gunning Russell down (outside the preschool of the victim’s son, no less). According to Neuman, “the angel resembled Olivia Newton-John and the demon…sounded like Barry White.”
I’m sorry, Mr. Neuman, but you’re just going to have to be more specific. The last time anyone checked, all angels vaguely resemble Australia’s most radiant Xanadu graduate. Furthermore, I have yet to meet a demon who doesn’t sound like Barry White or some other foundation-shaking soul singer. Did either of these ostensibly glowing/floating characters bear any distinguishing marks, like a mole or a scar of some sort? Maybe they had a specific odor about them? Wet dog, new car? We just need a little more to go on besides the stereotypical descriptions you have already provided.
Also, shooting someone outside a preschool—we’re supposed to believe an angel told you to do that?