It was a week of butts.
  • Kelly O
  • It was a week of butts.

Immediately after last week's Slog Week in Review post went up last Friday, Goldy got into a fight with the women of Slog about Obamacare and birth control. Goldy lost.

We learned about guacamole secrets just in time for Superbowl Sunday. The only other notable thing about the Superbowl is that Budweiser ripped off Charles Mudede.

Monday brought the sick-making return of Youth Pastor Watch, Anna Minard started her five-day juice fast, that whole Cherry Street Coffee incident came to a conclusion (of sorts), and this year's butt-ugly Sasquatch poster was delivered unto the world, along with the festival lineup.

On Tuesday, David Schmader said goodbye to a beloved porn legend; Cienna Madrid (who didn't even make it a single day into her juice fast) told us everything we need to know about the hot young (nonexistent) candidates running against Richard Conlin, Sally Bagshaw, Nick Licata, and Mike O'Brien; and Jen Graves interviewed art history.

Things got worse on Wednesday. The Postal Service announced their bullshit plan to stop Saturday delivery, the Little Nickel empire expanded to Everett, Goldy told us why 401(K)s are bullshit, Anne of Green Gables got sexy, and we said goodbye to Alden Mason.

If you thought the week couldn't get any weirder, Thursday's post about colorful houses in Seattle inspired commenters to talk about how much they wanted to fuck Mayor McGinn. Meanwhile, the Westboro Church lost a couple of very important members, a Slog reader launched a White House petition to eliminate the penny, Anna Minard talked up low-power FM radio, and Dominic Holden broke the news about Mayor McGinn killing the SPD's drone program. (Weirdly, the commenters on that post don't want to fuck McGinn at all, even though he's ending a bad, invasive program. So keep in mind: If you want to get laid, you should spy on people from giant radio-controlled planes and paint your garage green.)

Today, we saw Republican brains break when it came time to consider taxing medical marijuana, there was a levy fight, and poor Anna Minard defeated the five-day juice fast at the cost of her sanity. It was a pleasure working with you, Anna. You were juiced too soon.