I walked into a neighborhood coffee joint last week and noticed that the barista’s left eye was swollen shut and…
I was standing on a street corner last week waiting for the crosswalk light to change. All of a sudden,…
The title is spelled variously – Czar, Tsar, and sometimes Tzar. And Seattle Police Chief Gil Kerlikowske is in line…
A few weeks ago, my wife and I were watching the DVD of Titanic, when she suddenly – WAIT A…
A few weeks ago, my wife and I were home watching the movie Titanic when she suddenly hit the pause…
See the picture of the goofy-looking guy that accompanies this column? Well, that’s nothing. You should have seen his first…
There’s enough inherent drama in next week’s presidential inauguration that you might think it wouldn’t be necessary for the TV…
On a very late night recently in downtown Seattle, I saw a scene unfolding that looked like big trouble. Farther down the sidewalk from me, two shadowy figures stood on a street corner, shouting back and forth, nose to nose. As I came closer, the argument grew louder and more heated. I started to consider an alternate route, because while the dispute seemed to be worsening, there was no one else stirring, not even a cop.
Last year, after one of this area’s odd and paralyzing snowstorms, I watched a very dumb guy in a very fancy SUV suddenly whip around the traffic in front of him and barrel at breakneck speed up an icy hill. The icy hill came out the victor, as icy hills are known to do.
When Noah was getting ready to push off with his ark, the story goes, God told him to gather all the animals of the world “two by two.” That was a delicate way of saying that he was supposed to locate both a male and female version of each animal so that there would eventually be baby animals to ensure the continuation of each species.
Here’s a headline for you: “A NEW STUDY HAS COME OUT!”
T here was almost a very ugly confrontation at a Fred Meyer store the other day: Two guys who apparently had never met before came face-to-face in the frozen food aisle.
While out for a jog the other day (a jog that turned into a sprint when a German shepherd came after me), I noticed a “For Lease” sign sitting in the empty window of a failed restaurant. After the dog got distracted and ran after a bicyclist, I strolled back to the restaurant and peered in the window.
Looking for something fun to do? Here’s an idea: Take a pen or black magic marker to the photo of me that accompanies this column. Carefully black out my left front tooth. You’re not defacing the photo.
In our modern day swirl of grim and grimmer economic news, it would seem difficult to find many signs of solace. But maybe there IS something else going on out there.
Season’s greetings to you! I mean the flu and cold season, of course.
When I was a teenager, I remember watching TV at Dean Cartmill’s house. Dean was my best friend and one of the most even-tempered people around. Nothing seemed to make him angry.
The other day, I noticed that the laptop computer I use for writing this column was behaving differently. The words were repetitive and repetitive; the writing had occasional mizpelings — and many of the paragraphs ended in mid-senten.
Last week, a semi-trailer truck clipped a corner of the historic downtown Pioneer Square pergola in Seattle. Luckily, the pergola wasn’t badly damaged and only needed some paint touchups. It was a far luckier outcome than what happened back in 2001 when a semi-truck driver from Greensburg, Penn., also clipped the pergola and caused the entire structure to collapse in ruin in the wee hours of the morning. Here’s what happened following that one:
I was sitting in the stands a couple of weeks ago when the Huskies football team saw a potential victory evaporate faster than spilled beer on a hot sidewalk – all because of a referee’s call. A fan sitting just behind me meant to shout, “This is an outrage!” But instead, the words came out, “This is bull____!”
