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May 3, 2012

Siff Schedule Announced
Full schedule here.  
Plenty of great movies are coming this year.
Like "Safety Not Guaranteed"

Nick Offerman Shares His 10 Secrets For Life

If you accidentally stumbled onto Tulane University’s campus on the night of April 20th, you may have asked yourself things like, “How the hell did I get here?” and “Why is that guy giving out free bacon?”

Nick Offerman, beloved by the internet as Ron F’ing Swanson, wrapped up his nationwide college tour on April 20th in New Orleans. Offerman was sans both his iconic ‘stache and hair, but made up for it with the classiest American flag button-up that I’ve ever seen. The show, aptly dubbed “American Ham,” was a mixture of comedic personal stories, acoustic ballads about everything from religion to pot, and 10 life lessons that only Ron Swanson himself could give.

#1 – Engage in romantic love.

Offerman, a self-proclaimed “sappy, romantic lover,” spoke of the importance of snagging yourself a mate and letting yourself fall in love. Offerman spoke incredibly highly of his wife, “the crazy Jug Festival that is Megan Mullally,” who he’s been married to for 12 years.

“As a Hollywood couple, you’d expect us to be heading down to the Whiskey-A-Go-Go with the Sheen family or shooting up with the Kardashian clan,” Offerman said.

Instead, the couple enjoys staying home, watching HGTV, completing jigsaw puzzles, and “doing a shitload of cocaine while we puzzle for days.” Offerman says that you’ve got to make love a priority in your life. If you put your acting job above your relationship, even if you win an Oscar, he can tell you from experience “an Oscar is not a comfortable sexual partner, no matter which way you stick it.”

Trike for Beers - May 20
A race down Queen Anne Hill.  
On tricycles.
And the streets are not closed down.
So there is regular traffic.
Maybe it's safer just to watch.


Perfect Strangers Video Game

You literally chase your dream to a theme song that makes you feel invincible.


Suicide of the Sonics
by Jeremy Rapanich on Deadspin

For those fans who believe that the only acceptable NBA champion is any team that's not the Miami Heat, the tempting choice is Oklahoma City. The Thunder have Kevin Durant's superlative set of skills, Russell Westbrook's freakish athleticism, and James Harden's 1840s prospector's beard. They are young and charming, and they seem like the ideal foil for the soulless South Beach superteam.

But where LeBron-loathing folks now see the forces of good on the court in Oklahoma City, I have always looked to the owners' box and seen Clay Bennett and his pals, the Oklahomans who stole the Seattle SuperSonics from a city that loved and supported NBA basketball for 41 years. The theft was the final chapter in a grim tale of arrogance, incompetence, and deceit, with the Okies spending more than a year deceiving Seattle fans, city officials, and even the team's front office about their ultimate intentions.

As a Sonics employee, I was there on the inside, living through—and sometimes participating in—the subterfuge. And I was there for what came before, as the last local owner, spineless Starbucks mogul Howard Schultz, allowed his ego and greed to ruin the team's hopes. The demise of the Sonics was a slow implosion, and I watched it up close. Maybe I was too close, because it's only now dawning on me—four years after the Sonics became the Thunder—what really happened to our team.

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At The Beveridge Place