Down in White Center today. For those who we've dragged down there: the Golden House doughnuts just got even better, with the introduction of a delicious thing that looks like a jojo but is made out of doughnut. But this is what I wanted you to know about. I didn't go in, just giggled at the name like the 7th grade boy that I am.
There is also a little take-out stand that specializes in cheesesteaks and lumpia, which is the funniest bit of fusion I have ever seen. Perhaps Philadelphia now has a big Filipino population?
We popped into a big retailer that shall go unnamed (we're all messed up, shopping in independent stores on Buy Nothing Day, and then ending up at a global corp with terrible politics on Small Business Saturday), where I found a glittery menorah christmas tree ornament. There was also a Noah's ark thing (toy? decoration? I couldn't tell) in the hannukah section. I don't recall Noah being part of the festival of light, but whatever.
Then on the way home, a Spanish-language church is out in full force a few blocks south of house. Lots of handmade signs trying to get people to honk at them, even though about half the guys were also kind of hiding their faces like anachists and/or illegals. (If it was cold/windy I would've assumed they were cold, but it's pretty warm out today, and this was far more skulking than shivering.) The only sign I noticed: Juan 3:16.
Living in South Seattle really makes me realize just how boring all the other parts of Seattle are.
