Archive for July, 2010

Return of Rhodies BBQ

Friday, July 30th, 2010

In one of those moments that make you question your sanity, just a little for a sec, I’m on my way to have lunch at my cheap chinese favorite, when I see signs for Rhodies BBQ.  This is confusing because a couple years ago, they closed up shop without much notice, saying they were still open out in marysville North Bend, and available for catering.  Someone else eventually moved into the space, but their BBQ wasn’t as good.  I had to try it out, so I stopped by.  The menu is definitely the Rhodies I remember, but the guy behind the counter wasn’t recognizable.  The food tastes right; certainly better than the not-Rhodies that was there for a while.

Nom Nom.

Trek in the Park

Friday, July 30th, 2010

Last weekend’s watching of the Pirates at Princess Island was cool, but a little young for my tastes.  This weekend, I think I will check out Outdoor Trek‘s production of the OST episode “The Naked Time”.  Sounds like it could be entertaining.

Hot Tub Time Machine

Wednesday, July 28th, 2010

Hot Tub Time Machine turns out to be better than expected.  Ends on a much more sentimental and thoughtful note than I would have thought possible from such a silly premise.  Good performances and lots of 80’s fashion disaster flashbacks, with of course a Better Off Dead reference…at least one that I caught, surely there were more =p

Flux @ Can Can

Monday, July 26th, 2010

Friday night, went and saw the show FLUX at the Can Can, by the Castaways.

Chicken chipotle cheddar mac n cheese = tasty.  Could have done with more chicken, but there was plenty of pasta and plenty of sauce, and it was nicely spiced.  The little bottle of champagne that came with my ticket was a brand I don’t recognize, and I found it had a little too much bitterness for my tastes, but I rarely drink champagne…sorry, bubbly wines from non-champagne-regions, so maybe it was just fine.

Since I got there before they were ready to start seating, I hung out in the bar for a little bit first.  It’s a very nice piece of carved wood that looks like it belongs in some 300 year old european bar, not underneath the market in Seattle.  They have a large collection of absinthe.

The actual show.

1/4 movements – starts with 4 colored columns of zentai fabric, ends with a 4 person crab walk sort of thing

2/4 – dancing chipmunk, racoon, spaceman and karate woman to anime-techno.  spaceman strips down to a g-string butt shot.  girls come back as light and dark business sexy, finish is one guy up top of a massive purple mountain that spins around, with legs and arms coming out, chainmail coif

3/4 – starts with ‘host’ vlad and the bachlorette, pulls in 3 guys from audience to dance with. Next comes a big spinning-from-the-ceiling bit, with a sparkly square and two of the performers hanging off it.  Ends with the group taking turns dancing in the front, on a turntable to one side, or on the mini-trampoline on the other side of the stage.

4/4 – tamest of the sets, ends with them back in the same place the 4 pillars were, exposing little letter-plates on their butts that spelt out flux.  I ended up not getting a chance to write down my notes from this part, so have little to say about it, d’oh.

Will have to check out another of their shows some day, and take my own camera, since it appears they are OK with photography.  I’d rate the exposure level at pg-13.  It’s more suggestive than explicit, which seems right for a burlesque show.

Ninja Assasin

Sunday, July 25th, 2010

The dialogue was mostly terrible, the blood splatters and spurts were over the top, and they do most of the movie in the shadows, so you can barely see what’s going on a lot of the time.  Still, I was entertained.

I Keep Things For A Reason

Saturday, July 24th, 2010

It happens, eventually.  Everything comes round again.  The Sega Saturn has been sitting in a crate for years now, and I finally have a use for it….Karaoke practice.  Since everyone insists I sing when I go to karaoke, and since they never have a song I really want to sing, I went ahead and spent a couple bucks on some karaoke CD-G’s of my own.  As I recall, I was kind of annoyed that the dreamcast didn’t include cd-g support, so there was a few minutes where I confused that annoyance with memory of support.  Eventually I remembered I had to back yet another generation.  Still works just fine.

No one has Gary Chapman’s “Your Love Stays With Me”, in karaoke form.  Maybe I can find someone to help me re-record the backing tracks.  You know, because other people want me to sing.  No interest on my part in singing, no sir. =p

Poor Jennifer

Tuesday, July 20th, 2010

Poor Jennifer had a heck of a night last night.  I hope she’s sobered up, somewhere safe, and turns out to be a bit more sane in the morning.  Last night she was at Changes in full on paranoid frenzy.  Unable to sit still, rambling about how Ashley Simpson stole songs she sings in the shower, and uses the footage, airbrushed of course, in the videos.  Several times she asked me if I was real, or a spy for the government.  After I left, I hear she got kicked out because she started accusing one of the regulars of trying to kill her.

I can’t imagine what it’s like trying to establish a new persona under a new gender; I can certainly understand the feeling that being wasted might help with nervousness, if only it didn’t detract from effectiveness and quality of conversations.  Here’s hoping I see you again, under better circumstances.

Science Humor

Tuesday, July 20th, 2010

Who says hard science nerds can’t have a little fun, and like Beyonce.

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Monday, July 19th, 2010



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That’s not a song, it’s a pickle

Monday, July 19th, 2010

I spent a lot of my recent rail trip listening to Chumbawamba’s ABCDEFG, which contains the delightful track Pickle; unless I completely missed the point of the album, it’s about restrictive copyright.


preserved and safe on a high up shelf

where soiled little fingers can’t mess

cataloged labeled and rarely played

polished and pure and possessed

aaaahhh

that’s not music

that’s a pickle