quick notes

Happy Halloweeeeen!

Dudley Manlove = love
brabble = awesome
cabs/not driving or parking = hallelujah
acidic-blooded parasites sucking on Kane's face in Alien = revolting
me = very tired now

There were so many asses I wanted to grab tonight. (Especially that guy in the tight red-sequined dress. Rowr.) Halloween is clearly a night to bring on the skank. There are many people getting laid in French Maid outfits tonight. Still not over the guy in the Hooters shirt. *unpleasant shiver*

Ok. *thud*

domo arigato, mr roboto

So last night, Dudley Manlove played the Top Ten Worst Songs of All Time. I'm annoyed, because I can't remember all of them. Of course we were drinking a lot. Among the list were: Xanadu, Take on Me, Don't Stop Believin', Mr. Roboto, Milkshake. Shit. That's all I can remember. Fuckity fuck fuck. It's going to drive me mad.

I had a lovely afternoon with jeff_nw, who is awesome. Lunch at Jitterbug and much catching up as it had been forever since we'd seen each other. Insert 4 paragraphs of hyperbolic fawning here because omfg he is so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute! And anytime I get to hang out with Jeff, I am a perky bunny for the rest of the day. He did make the mistake of telling Hobbes that he looked elegant and regal. Hobbes has been posing elaborately ever since.

Afterwards, brabble called to tell me she was already at Elliot Bay Bookstore, so I zoomed over there. I stopped to pick up the latest issue of SiP. The most exciting part about this was easily finding parking for Pike Place Market (and The Golden Age Collectibles). I also bought Blankets, which from my perusal at UW Bookstore is very good, and has been excellently reviewed.

Off to Elliot Bay Bookstore where Sarah and I devoured Issue 69. I also finally bought Art Spiegelman's In The Shadow of No Towers. I've been wanting it for some time and felt spendy today.

Some pizza at Mario's and we walked back to my car, repeatedly assailed by drunk, horny Seahawks fans. It was ridiculous. The cat-calling and jeering is bad enough, but one of the fuckers actually reached out and grabbed my back with both hands. We both walked hurriedly away from the marauding throng. So not okay. Do not touch. I wanted to club them with a 2x4. Hiss.

Back home. It's so dark out, I keep thinking it's like 5 hours later than it really is.

( SiP Review )

crime & punishment

Huh. Shit Is Going Down outside my window.

Heard some angry noises. Figured it was trick-or-treaters being rowdy. But it kept happening. And getting louder. Finally decided to peek outside the window and you know, maybe call the police because it was getting ridiculous and if drunk people were brawling, better to have it broken up before someone ended up bleeding.

There were already two cop cars outside. A third one pulled up shortly after. And there was a guy splayed across the hood of one of the cars, with an officer holding him down. It was kind of weird. The holding down thing just went on forever. Not to be all fascist or anything, but like if someone needs to be held down, wouldn't you want to cuff him and shove him in the backseat so he's not a threat? Apparently they should have, because the arguments continued with held-down guy and the bystanders. I guess the holding-down officer slacked a bit, cause the guy lunged for the bystanding woman and was pounced by 3 cops who finally cuffed him and manhandled him into the backseat. I think one of the officers was either bit or cut, because he bandaged himself up while the other guys wrapped things up. Then they all drove off.

High times in Ballard.

And now a fire engine is outside. It's like a good 15-20 minutes since the last police car drove off, so I don't know if this is related or not.

Surreal.