Enfu Party by Ken Taya It's every music game mashed into one picture. DDR, Rock Band, Guitar Hero, DJ Hero, Parappa The Rappa. I think I even see Taiko Drum Master. He also does the webcomic "I Fart Rainbow".
Cited by Seattle Met and the New York Times as some of the best Bahn Mi sandwiches you can find.
This monster was $3.00
Seattle Pinball Museum You buy an admission for $10, then it's all you can play. Did you know there is an "Internet Pinball Data Base"? Or that Seattle has a Pinball 'zine called "Skill Shot"? (Skill Shot lists every pinball machine in the area) And they have so many cool pinball machines like:
This game is so clever because it plays just like a soccer game. You have a time limit and your objective is to score more goals than your opponent. It's so much fun. GOOOOAAAAALLLLL!!!!
How I used CouchSurfing.org to crash with perfect strangers and see the country on the cheap (without getting killed by an ax murderer).
The rules of CouchSurfing are fragile, and, in truth, somewhat variable. But they're also contingent on a certain degree of innocence. Sleep on enough floors (and in the odd South Dakota cave) and you start to get the impression that CouchSurfing is an idea stuck, precipitously, at the same point in its life as the overwhelming plurality of its membership—basking in the idealism of early adulthood, unconstrained, for the most part, by the burdens and responsibilities that follow. Think of it as an unsexed form of ChatRoulette, where members bounce from futon to futon or guest to guest in pursuit of good karma, or the weird, or the authentic, or just a rager that's going to be totally wild. It caters to a certain type of traveler who craves social experiences the way a skydiver craves that rush of blood to the head; call them the hospitality junkies.
GPS had some trouble finding me. While I'd love to run a 2:28 mile, that's probably a mistake.
This track does not make me think "World Record"
We were completely understaffed at Dodgeball. To put a positive spin on that, we each got a ton of playing time. But my arm is a little screwed up.
Linkage:
Sprawl Music Video by Arcade Fire Above is the link to the interactive video, like what they did for "We Used To Wait" Below is the non-interactive video, just because the song is great.
My own household of servants is currently being called upon to prevent me from engaging the caps lock key for the next few paragraphs. Perhaps they’ll permit me one “OMFG!” They sure shoehorned a lot of significant events of great import into two hours of television, eh? I can’t possibly discuss all that action, so let me focus on a few key kisses.
Courtney (The Bachelor, Lisanti), 25 points: Courtney the Bill Belichick of Bachelorettes was once again eviling her way right into Ben’s heart by being the only lady in the bunch who has mastered the attack-and-then-retreat tactic of seduction.
She is the greatest strategic mind of our time. But she wasn’t born that way. GRTFL super-scorer Caitlin Mangum brought it to my attention that Courtney honed her techniques on some Kiwi reality show titled Treasure Island: Couples at War and (allegedly) has dated a bunch of Hollywood bros, including Vinnie Chase himself. It could be her nature. It could be her experience. I don't care. I'm just happy she ended up the way that she is. I swear she's the one who told Tom Coughlin to put 12 men on the field during the final seconds of the Super Bowl.
I know the kinds of things you did yesterday. You were at work with one eye on your computer and the other eye looking out for a floral delivery. You were opening every door with a prepared surprise face. You were telling everyone how lame and meaningless this holiday is, while secretly getting more pissed that the day was going by without anyone professing love to you. You went on all the important exes Facebook pages to see if they wrote any cute wall posts to their dumb ass girlfriend who doesn’t have even half of your pizzazz. You considered taking a picture of your friend’s flowers and pretending a secret admirer sent them to you.
I park my car across the street from Bridle Trails.
I don't like that parking lot for several reasons:
A) Potholes
B) Horse poop
C) Giant trucks won't see my tiny car
D) I'm afraid someone will close the gates and lock me inside.
As soon as I left my car there today, people in the house next door rushed out, apparently upset at my parking choice. I saw no need to confront them as the car was parked legally and did not encroach on their property. I did overhear them say "cheap" rather loudly in my general direction.
You are supposed to have a Discover Pass to park in the parking lot.
I have a Discover Pass.
I use the park, so of course I'm going to pay for the pass. I just don't like parking in horse poop.
Yes, I just discovered this "Color Splash" technique on my phone. Expect to see it again.
Linkage: Wheeler Street Kitchen I want to go to there. Review from The Stranger Greg Campbell, the longtime chef of Kirkland's late Third Floor Fish Cafe, makes "Good, honest food" as the owner of his own lunch place in Magnolia, while his wife, Carrie, takes orders at the counter. (They were Garfield High School sweethearts [go Bulldogs!] and are the nicest people you could ever hope to meet.) The menu of sandwiches and salads (and macaroni and cheese, made with Tillamook cheddar and not too much caramelized onion) isn't anywhere near as fancy as the Third Floor's was, but everything tastes great. Notably, Campbell's soups come in a cup as big as a bowl or a bowl as big as your head, for just $1 more. The chili is practically all shredded beef; the butternut squash has a pretty swirl of curry cream on top. Campbell says those who try the squash soup can't get past it to test any others, and when you eat any of his good, honest food, you'll be similarly, happily stuck.
[Mayor] McGinn joined KJR in Seattle with Ian Furness to talk about where things stand in terms of bringing an NBA team back to the city of Seattle, the rules in place that would allow for the public to vote to modify aspects of Initiative 91 as well as the City Council, whether that possibility has been discussed by city leaders, if the city is closer today than it was three or six months ago to beginning construction on a new stadium, what the biggest hurdle is for investors to clear before moving forward on construction on a new stadium within city limits, if a hockey need would also need to be housed in the new stadium for investors to move forward, and whether there's any possibility that public funds would be used to fund the project.
On where things stand generally with the city trying to bring an NBA team back to Seattle:
"Basically, the city can't go into an arena as a money losing proposition, it's the way I think about it to summarize it. So that I think is the challenge of I-91, and it's a fair position for people to take I believe, because we do face very difficult budget and economic times and we have to make sure that we're making the most out of our tax dollars."
This is a personal "Activboard" that kids can plug into netbooks. These have been in the building for months and I just found out about them today. It's a big building.
There really aren’t enough words to describe how awesome Max Landis’ explanation of the death of Superman is. But we’ll try.
In the new video, Landis tries — with alarming dexterity, considering his Johnnie Walker Red Label consumption — to explain why The Death and Return of Superman was, well, kind of BS.
“The sacred suspension of disbelief as far as death had ended,” says Landis, son of director John Landis and writer of now-in-theaters superhero flick Chronicle. “The Death of Superman didn’t kill Superman, it killed death.”
But this short film isn’t about the conclusion so much as it is about the journey. As Landis goes on what could easily be one of the best angry nerd monologues of all time, his explanation of the events are acted out on screen with wonderful cameos from Mandy Moore (Lois Lane), Elijah Wood (Cyborg Superman) and Simon Pegg, who is disguised as John Landis and is explaining the crap rules that govern vampires in much the same way the director described werewolf laws to Wired not too long ago.
I used to keep personal statistics (ironically). I used to care about making the playoffs (non-ironically). This year, I don't know our record. I'm posting this a week late and I can't remember the results of this game. But I do remember that, as I was taking this photo, a ball bounced up and almost hit me in the crotch. So, I'll probably take pictures from a different angle next time.
About 11 years ago, when my kids were around 8 and 10 years old, I had an abnormal result on a Pap test that was done as part of my annual exam at Planned Parenthood. The test showed that there were pre-cancerous cells on my cervix. This was about 8 years after my aunt had passed away from ovarian cancer. I was a single mom at the time and, even though I had insurance to help cover all of this, it was one of the few times in my life that I did have it. Even if I didn’t, they would have helped me anyway which is more than I can say for a private doctor’s office. And I went to Planned Parenthood because I had gone to them so many times before, for exams and birth control, when I didn’t have insurance. Not only did PP discover these pre-cancerous cells from my exam, they also treated/destroyed them with the use of cryotherapy, a procedure that was done at another PP location, and then followed up with me every 6 months to make sure the cells had not returned.
Like many 13-year-olds, Brittany knew seventh grade was a living hell. But what she didn't know was that she was caught in the crossfire of a culture war being waged by local evangelicals inspired by their high-profile congressional representative Michele Bachmann, who graduated from Anoka High School and, until recently, was a member of one of the most conservative churches in the area. When Christian activists who considered gays an abomination forced a measure through the school board forbidding the discussion of homosexuality in the district's public schools, kids like Brittany were unknowingly thrust into the heart of a clash that was about to become intertwined with tragedy.
