Mortie, Mortie: He's no shorty, Mortie.
We left after scoreless 9 innings — and when we got home and tucked the kids in, I figured I’d see what the score was — but it was still on! The Mariners pulled it out 1-0 in the bottom of the 14th, after Griffey hit to right field, bringing the man on second home. Photos by Tracy.
And birthday wishes to Mom, who would have been 67 today. I miss you.
After a year hiatus, the gang reunited to battle for the Captain Carl award — this year’s prize went to Daron. I caught an errant crab pot. 🙂
Pictures from Nola’s second party — food provided by the best personal chef ever, Daron Wiemeyer — check out his website here.
What happens when you cross the best fancy diner in Seattle with a kitchen fire? Mother’s Day mayhem, plus a photo with the Seattle Fire Department’s finest! Also, funny kid-friendly cookware from Sur La Table.
Pictures from a lovely weekend in Half Moon Bay at the Ritz-Carlton, with our badass rental car, a black Dodge Charger. Vroom!
Finally, a magazine that low-brows my favorite beverage.
Rachel Maddow gets her own show on MSNBC starting Sept 8!
Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but I don’t believe you should name a band after a celebrity that’s still alive!
There are better tasting beers, but maybe it behooves me to pour said beers into one of a set of four of these.
I normally just skim our alt-weekly The Stranger, but this week provided two must-read articles: one person’s perspective on the economic slowdown, called United States of Anxiety, and a book review of Steven Seagal’s filmography and discography, relived in order of release.
Humanity is not dead in “Wall-E,” but it is in peril. The world’s population cruises the heavens ceaselessly on a mammoth luxury spaceship that it boarded in the early 22nd century after the planet became uninhabitable. For government, there is a global corporation called Buy N Large, which keeps the public wired to umpteenth-generation iPods and addicted to a diet of supersized liquefied fast food and instantly obsolete products. The people are too bloated to walk — they float around on motorized Barcaloungers — but they are happy shoppers. A billboard on the moon heralds a Buy N Large outlet mall “coming soon,” not far from that spot where back in the day of “Hello, Dolly!” idealistic Americans once placed a flag.
from the Frank Rich column, “Wall-E for President“
