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Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Lostaway We're about to dive into the 2-hour season finale of Lost, almost entirely because Mrs. Perils has a crush on Sayid. I'm only watching to maintain cultural contact with my spouse. It has nothing to do with Kate.  See you in a cuppla hours. (update) OK, that's over. There was a point where a group of the crash survivors (none of the hot women, thank god) were out to sea in a sailing raft they'd fashioned, and they consulted a primitive radar device Sayid had salvaged from the wreckage of the plane.  A blip appeared, and remained on the screen.  After an interminable period of gape-jawed portent, someone said, "There's something out there."  The show is set in the tropics, but nonetheless moves at a fairly glacial pace. Mrs. Perils, having become impatient with the pacing, and the fact that Sayid was with the land party and not on the raft, exclaimed, "No SHIT.  It's fucking Moby Dick, and he ain't using his runnin' lights!" See you in September. 8:01:49 PM    Speak to me! []  TrackBack  []

More Photography Masquerading As Content We walked to the grocery store last weekend, and encountered some photo ops. As we passed a bus stop on Meridian, I saw the forlorn shoe below in the parking strip. I tried to imagine the Quasimodo gait with which its owner ran for the bus wearing only its mate. In this other pic, I'm accommodating a pair of my sycophants (psychopants?)   As we exited the store, we encountered this display for Mad Housewife wine. We thought it would appeal a lot more to its target market if each bottle came with a Ginsu knife. 8:38:18 AM    Speak to me! []  TrackBack  []

Trip Report, Late as Usual Here's a picture from my seat at the Yankees-Mariners game last Tuesday.  Derek Jeter's at the plate.  Carl Pavano pitched a masterful complete game for the Yankees and won 6-0.  One highlight was a line-drive home run by Alex Rodriguez into the left field stands, just a laser shot that probably didn't go above 20-25 feet in the air. The picture is actually two photos stitched together (with software). Rexroth's Daughter asked me last week to report on how dinner was at Etta's Seafood Grill.  Etta's is one of 4 restaurants run by chef Tom Douglas, and is located at the end of the Pike Place Market.  I had Dungeness crab cakes, one of the signature dishes there, and my friends each had a tasty looking halibut dish.  I have to say I prefer the crab cakes at Chinook's (an Anthony's restaurant).  I think it's a matter of philosophy.  The Chinook's offering is almost 100% crab meat.  Etta's is not stingy with crab, it just has a certain amount of savory additive that gives it a distinctive flavor and texture.  I like it fine, not complaining. I just like me the unadorned crabmeat. The merlot from l'Ecole No 41 vineyard was good enough that we chose not to spoil its aftertaste with any beer at Safeco. 8:09:10 AM    Speak to me! []  TrackBack  []