My Dear Washington State: Buried under record snowfall in 30 of 39 counties.

My Father: Dozing on the couch, soothed to slumber by the sweet sounds of college football.

My Mother: Sitting on the loveseat, thumbing through a catalog that came in the mail.

My Brother: Playing day three of a ten-day World of Warcraft trial, deciding that it won't ( Read more... )

I love politics. Always have. A dangerous state-level voter initiative can get me worked up but there's no kind finer than a Presidential race. Our media packages the day's political news like they can't decide to treat like football or a melodrama. Politics are like Hamlet with box scores. I love check the polls over coffee. I love checking them ( Read more... )

What's the use in regrets
They're just things we haven't done yet
What are regrets?
They're just lessons we haven't learned yet
Another day draws away
And my heart sinks with the sun
It's like catching snow on my tongue
It's like catching snow on my tongueAn old friend once told me she grew brave by pretending she was until she forgot she was ( Read more... )

But what a one it is.


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(EDIT - The performance of embedded videos on this page has been somewhat spotty for me. Is this the case for you as well? Are these even playing for anyone?)

To explain this entry, I'm going to have to admit that I listen to music like a crazy person. Sometimes, I'll really lock in on one song and listen to it until the disc is worn through or the MP3 gets corrupted. If there's covers - especially unorthodox ones - I want'em, and I want to wear them out, too ( Read more... )

via metric_future.

1) Choose a singer/band/group

2) Answer the following questions using ONLY titles of songs by that singer/band/group

Liz Phair1. Are you male or female ( Read more... )

Because I'm terrible at managing time, I had to ride into downtown Oly around midnight last night. After dropping off my rent check, I fought the temptation to find out if what I'd heard about McCoy's Tavern on a Thursday was true and hustled home instead ( Read more... )

Ah. So this is what skipping two weekends feels like.

The overtime will whip ass. And my ass will be too whipped to spend it. Hurrah.

The Eastside has beer in every color of the rainbow. That includes Imperial Stouts. Fuck Yes. There's a fleet of pool tables in the back and sometimes they have bands come rock the place. Usually, they've got the game on. There's music, but it's quiet enough that you can carry on a conversation ( Read more... )

Holy motherfucking goddamn hairy shitballs, have I had a strange, irritating night. I meant to write y'all a big old entry about it when I got home, but I got piss drunk instead ( Read more... )