February 13th, 2008


If spring has sprung (early), I must change my default. Seattle laffs.

I need a new spring icon, but this will do for now.

Reading an article on the Seattle times, I saw a little ad in the background for, "SLOG: the longest three hour drive in American history." (It linked to this site, where you can see the movie, and not the Slog that is The Stranger's blog ... we'll see if lawsuits follow.) What's funny, especially if you live in Seattle, is that I thought the whole while the ad was playing (before I turned on the sound) that it was an ad for a typical Seattle/Redmond commute - should take 20 minutes, in actuality can be much longer - or maybe for Seattle to Tacoma (40 minutes/frequently 90). Nope, in fact, it's for the supposed three hour drive between Seattle and Portland, which Horizon is recommending you handle by flying between the two cities (forgetting the two hour advance check in and of course the joy of getting two and from the airport, eh?).

I find depicting this drive as taking three hours EXTREMELY humorous, as this can only be done if you avoid 1) morning rush hour 2) afternoon rush hour 3) construction 4) weekend traffic. Seriously, I thought it was all about NORMAL commuting, not roadtripping. And, I wonder, why the heck isn't Amtrak using this kind of ad to promote taking the train? Not that that doesn't just as often as not mean you're going to be stuck on a bus, er, I mean, "replacement rail service," and dropped in the traffic with every other poor shmoe ... but at least you leave from the middle of downtown and arrive in the middle of downtown, in two cities with really good public transportation systems, natch ...
Queen Apple

Fun and games in the gothiest atmosphere

Tonight I went to this event called "Hide and Seek: the Sandpit" held at Shunt Lounge.

Wow. The space. All of these bricked arches high overhead. A bit musty. All of these bizarre set pieces tucked in here and there. A 50's game hall. A Turkish den. A house, in the distance.

Where I was going, there was piles of people playing games. A lot of them were the standard Fluxx/Chez Geek/Werewolf, but there were also games being trialled. I tried "Gossip," a version of werewolf in which you try to discover the dirty secret and down-low lover of your hated rival. I was the Cobbler, I hated the carpenter, I was dating the Actress and I .... was a flasher. Or so it said on my card. The actress and I secretly exchanged yellow roses at some point. It was fun but all took a little long. That said, the space was exquisite and I would like to make it my little private get together place, permanently.

Earlier in the evening I met babysimon in "Hoxton" and had dinner at Shish. This was supposed to be the "catch up with Simon and listen to what he's been up to" session but somehow I wound up talking rather a lot. It's been a long ten weeks and I've been a bit holed up over here in my flat, what with Christmas and the cold and the houseguest and all, and actually I had some stuff I've been sitting on, mentally. It was good to unload and while I'd feel like a bad friend for not listening more, it was probably a pretty equal exchange, so that's just what being friends is, isn't it?

Unfortunately at some point this evening (I suspect in the bar) I lost my lovely red and black paisley 100% acrylic pashmina. Oh pashmina of colors rare, when will I ever see your like again? And with that, it's time to donate some money to Obama and go to bed.