I see you’ve found our planet, or at least what’s left of it.
In case you were wondering, our species died off when every male age 16-67 stopped pursuing the nappy snappy, and began pursuing Pokemon. Not that anyone of our time blamed them, I mean, if hitting the luscious hoo-haa meant that you’d have to wear one of these, Pikachu would start looking pretty good to you too.
Oh sure, history has always had its share of guys with Peter Pan syndrome, but when businesses started openly encouraging the phenomenon, our extinction was virtually assured.
So sorry nobody
Continue reading Dear Space Aliens in the Year 5720
On my way home from work today, I stopped to observe a Black Lives Matter rally in Westlake Park.
I looked around at all of the people, at all of the signs, and I watched and waited for indication that someone, anyone, knew what was going on in this country.
That indication did not come. When all was said and done, I could do little more than mutter “poor fools”, hang my head and walk away.
So far this year, 136 black people (overwhelmingly male) have been killed by the police. In the same period of time, 279 white
Continue reading Black Lives Matter. Affluent Lives Matter More.
Having lived in the city for most of my life, I haven’t had the opportunity to shoot much wildlife.
Sure, I’ve gotten the odd shot of an orca in Elliott Bay, not to mention several photos of the Wild Bremelo in its native habitat. Oh, and who can forget my footage from the midst of the Canadian Thug Goose invasion?
So, sure, I’ve gotten some “wildlife” footage, but when it comes to photography, most of my stuff trends toward the urban.
This being the case, when I saw a Blue Heron hanging out with a Big Ass Turtle
Continue reading The Wildlife of South Lake Union
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. If you want to know what the mainstream will be talking about tomorrow, listen to what I’m saying today.
What do I mean by this? I’ll tell you. The life cycle of a Seattle Rex position is roughly this:
Ignore it and pretend that it was never said Outrage, snark, and ridicule A quiet period, as the evidence of my correctness mounts, but where everyone waits for an “expert” or fashionable observer to confirm what I’ve always known. Acquiescence, where the mainstream finally adopts my opinion as its own,
Continue reading Mounting Proof That Ed Murray is Seattle’s Worst Mayor Ever
When one has lived a charmed life, it can be difficult to imagine what it must be like to be tormented by mental illness. Add to this the fact that many mentally ill people are simply dumped onto the streets when they have no money, and it can be downright impossible to relate to the people who have experienced this pain and suffering firsthand. After all, when we don’t “feel emotionally secure” in a private, locked toilet stall … a national crisis is declared, legislation is passed, and social media erupts with sympathy for us and shame for anyone
Continue reading Reality Check
Value Village in Pike-Pine is no more, and all we have to remember it by is this display in what used to be their window.
It says “Rent Control”, and it’s something I very much agree with. There is no incentive whatsoever to create thriving neighborhood businesses, to get involved in the community, to be anything other than a transient when you know that, should you succeed in making the neighborhood a better place to live, you’ll be immediately kicked out while your unit is sold to someone wealthier. “Thanks for everything you’ve done to make this such a
Continue reading Seattle Rent Control (sign) Finally a Reality!
An outspoken woman in Seattle? Complaining about a perceived imperfection in her extraordinarily-privleged 3%er life? Why, that doesn’t sound right. No, that doesn’t sound right at all. That only always happens!
There’s a point in most moral panics where, emboldened by the cowardice of the populace and complicity of the media, said panic crosses the threshold from vaguely-theoretically-possible, to outright parody. A point where all but the most mentally enslaved exclaim “Oh come on, this is just too much!”, either verbally or in their own minds. The point at which the moral panic, to borrow a phrase, jumps the
Continue reading The Honeycaust?
There’s a new mural at 10th & Pine:
On a personal note, I still have the receipt for the best $125 I ever spent.
And while I hate to use such a tragic opportunity to make a point, I nonetheless feel compelled to do exactly that.
See, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again:
Go to your book collection, your movie collection, your art collection, and your music collection. Now, throw away everything made by a “drug user”. Stand there and look at what remains. It won’t be much. Stand there nonetheless,
Continue reading One Less Witch