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Ugh. That picture is fucking disgusting.

Posted by Mr. Poe | February 28, 2008 2:29 PM
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It looks like a radioactive day in Olympia...

Posted by Tuna | February 28, 2008 2:33 PM
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it's so sunny, i'm never going outside.

Posted by j bomb | February 28, 2008 2:46 PM
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Josh, stop feeding the trolls.

Posted by Tuna Taco | February 28, 2008 3:02 PM
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It's sunny in Seattle too.

Posted by Will in Seattle | February 28, 2008 3:04 PM
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I smiled so hard at this post that I broke my sunny bone!

Posted by Sunny Jim | February 28, 2008 3:29 PM
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What the HELL is wrong with your phone cam, Josh? You know you can get a real camera for almost no money. That's just tragic.

Posted by Fnarf | February 28, 2008 3:47 PM
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About Frank Blethen's car. How in HELL did your intern get chased by security. Those folks couldn't find their dicks with a flashlight and a roadmap.

Posted by heywhatsit | February 28, 2008 4:08 PM
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Commenting on the item immediately below, since there is no comment opportunity there.

Does anyone else see the irony in a posting that lauds the intern for taking a picture of Frank Blethen's Porsche, then reveals that The Stranger's intern is expected to work for no money? Blethen pays his interns.

Posted by Tony | February 29, 2008 8:36 AM
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Ha! another impromtu opportunity to mix the lovely photogs of The Stranger and offer up more weird thoughts on the

'Towering Problems ' from page 13 in the feb 28 edition of my favorite street sheet.... Thanks Capitol Hill... the one across the street from Purrrrrr.

Here's a thought that the Secret Dream Police who schedule ( pronounce it sounding like shhead-yule )the mutterings of street people who mix with the power and politics of the daily worker drones living and waiting for the off hours at the bars and dance clubs and hidey-holes around town.

I won't pretend to labor you with the acumen of Mr. Licata and teaching positions as I readily admit again I honestly can't remember my access passwords to see if I have received a supeona yet for acusations of drug tampering and poisoning of god knows what... but here's an extention on a dream from R.P. MAC MURPHY like charcters on validating some of those ideas in my lost e-mail files.

One. I'm glad tomorrow is dshs money cause i'm gonna have a sit down drink and rest my headand a smoke to ease my feet.

Two, if the core of 'super industrialist
bankers' who would like to build more Twin Towers would donate their old tank like structures

(Like the old buildings that won't fall down in a earthquake and can be locked up in case of a riot) to more temporary housing programs..... leagally without the under-cover narco squad going ballistic with sattelite tasers... then you could upgrade your street enforcers and move the people who pay rent and purchase morgatges to the condos

and put the art people and the worker people and the crazy people and the family people in the building with specific names for their medications on the mailbox and over the enterance to the door and keep the original world bank family's names incognito.

An example of this would be like: 1 or two beer construction part-time worker building.... Halcion dazed lock-up building....

slightly disturbed parents in transition buliding


and...

don't mess with the give them whatever they want art drug building as long as they don't vandalize and wear condoms when they fornicate before repenting next year at their graduation voter intitiative rite of passage building.

That way every body could have a good time, the times and the post could still use the funny papers as shuttles to the elite and the bankers and politicians could argue peaceably thru the next finally of reality lifestyles for those that know better.

And your spriritual centers could be free to live without the confusion of fakers sneaking into programs lieing or cheating and syphoning off funds and monkeying up the programs.

I'm sure the tax accountants could work it out or in with the right hedge fund or whatever passes Bernake's scene with the IMF and the WHO or the Mayor of the alarm clock... and you could ues the temporary mats and shower scenes you use in other shelters and rip a building up and trade the temporary worker buliding to a new zone when you figure out the requirements for bone density and burial rights in the upcoming sumami.

Yeah it's alot to chew on by the end of March... but what the hell... it's only LEAP YEAR and the Year of the Rabbit and the upcoming Olympic Games and a !00 million dollar port scandal with a RTA rail line coming up for vote one in a lifetime... right?

p.s.,
I'll send the screenwriter cheat sheets and musings to peter gabriel tonight and then I'm gonna hope to get stoned.

Rock on Bob Dylan and Catpower.

Posted by danielbennettkieneker | February 29, 2008 10:38 AM
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THIS GAME NEEDS MORE BROWN AND BLOOM

Posted by that guy | February 29, 2008 2:46 PM

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