No, not you, Paul. I mean Paul, the psychic octopus. If he's right--again--we'll be watching Netherlands play Spain on Sunday.
Aquarium managers around the world are now busy setting up their own octopus fortune-telling stands. Meanwhile, Seattle's giant fish tank is pushing summer's lowest tides (next week!) and "Just for Girls Aquarium Camp."
More than anything, I bet Paul can safely predict higher than usual ticket sales.
Mr. and Mrs. Sweetie-Boom are looking for a house in Columbia City. The current favorite is a biscuit toss away from the Royal Esquire Social Club. Apparently it was the place to be on election night, if you wanted to be at the Other Happiest Place on Earth. I love the name; this (from the Seattle Times) is a nice (and sentimental) story about what it's been like over the years.
I thought everyone who lived in Seattle knew where Columbia City is, but this is not turning out to be the case. It's not White Center, South Park, or Georgetown (respectively: Home to the World's Greatest Doughnuts; Superfund Site; and Industrial Zone Smack in the Middle of Boeing's Airport Path). It is, though, like these three, on the south end of Seattle. I am attempting to have the neighborhood renamed Lady Business, after having one too many men wave their hand vaguely and say, "oh, it's down there someplace." For strange historical tidbits about the hood, read this; among other things, you can marvel at the changes wrought by industry in the time before environmental reviews. I know! Let's lower the depth of the lake by nine inches!
It also explains how it came to have a street named Ferdinand. What it doesn't mention: FHA actually "redlined" it in the 50s. This means that many potential homebuyers couldn't get loans, nobody could get home equity loans, banks wouldn't/couldn't invest, and basically the area became a federally-mandated slum. I'd never heard of redlining before. It explained a lot--like, why all the houses we've seen either have a lot of quite new, swank remodeled bits or haven't been touched since the 50s. One of the oddest, most hopeful architectural details I've ever seen: A street where most of the houses have recently-made holes in the siding around the windows, indicating the removal of the heavy steel window security bars.
I don't know why a military march would ever need lyrics. Charles Burr felt otherwise, or was paid to feel otherwise, and wrote the lyrics for the Marine Corps march. They might want to commission newer, badder-assed lyrics, that fit their current Semper-fi-kill-kill-kill image. The first line: "Semper fidelis" is a fabulous Latin motto
Seriously, that Marine Corps? They are fabulous. The lyrics just go insane from there, bringing a freaky Christian oompah thing to Gilbert and Sullivan. Nanky Poo and Yum Yum sing, I dunno, Salvation Army classics?
It was disappointing that the article was mainly about servers crashing from high demands (not how you promote democracy!) and generally what has to have been a very boring press release.
Except then there's the end: According to a Dr Pepper press release, ex Guns n Roses guitarists Slash and Buckethead “are not eligible for free soda.” (withholding free beverages from non-affiliated rockstars: promoting total anarchy, dude!)
I suggest baking this cake with your free beverage, and sending it to poor deprived Slash and/or Buckethead. Or me. I promise to use it in further promotion of democracy and/or misinterpretation of headlines.
We got an old-person catalog in the mail yesterday, with a cover that looks like the pop-up flash bit in the middle of this page. I hate it when magazines and catalog use the word 'pant' instead of 'pants', and as is burned into my brain, Brits would assume this was a semi-annual underpants event. There is a semi-annual event in my pants? Your pants? All our pants? Or do I turn into a wheezy little pug on a semi-annual basis? At least it's not "pants 10% off", I'll give 'em that much.
I'm guessing this started because the marketing VP didn't want to use the word "sale"--which is a little weird, considering that Nordstrom uses it very smoothly in their semi-annual sales. I sympathize with the copywriter underlings, who are instructed to make a sale on pants edgy and effective without actually using the words "sale" or "pants". Edgy people are apparently supposed to refer to "a pant", rather than "pants". How does this make anything better? Do fashionable Brits wear "a trouser"? Are my Levis going to be referred to as "a jean" soon?