Madness and Crowds

Spence and I headed to the waterfront last evening with the theoretical purpose of eating vast quantities of marine life while sunning ourselves on the deck of the pier which hosts The Fisherman’s restaurant. Our plans were thwarted by the unwelcome appearance of a very loud band playing very undistinguished top 40 covers on the stage of the public facility just on the other side of the outdoor dining area.

Undaunted, we surveyed the possibility of fish at one of the other waterfront eateries, only to be daunted by hourlong waits for walk-ins at each. In the end we settled for pasta at the Trattoria Mitchelli in Pioneer Square.

On our way back up the waterfront we ducked into the Owl and Thistle to find the alter-ego of local roots-rockers The Dusty 45s playing, The Vinyl Avengers. These guys do stripped down, cheesed-up covers of 50s and 60s top 40. They opened with “Taste of Honey” and worked through a range of material that included “Ring of Fire,” “Girl from Ipanema,” and an abbreviated “St. James Infirmary.” Billy, the lead singer, guitarist, and trumpeter, was his usual enthusiastic self.

I was able to get audio of the whole thing on the Treo, but haven’t listened to it or evaluated it yet.

Doxen

It’s unclear how this came across the linktroll, but: Hot Dog Blog, “the community site for dachshunds and dachshund lovers!” Proceed to the multimedia downloads for sheer minutes of dachshund-wriggling hilarity.

Rent

…And so I think we’re bowing out of the rent race. I can’t visualize moving twice in a year. Viv may differ as she is concerned about having to move in a rush and having to find a place to rent in a hurry. I think we’ll probably have more discussions about this in the future.

Shelter

We beat the track again for a place tonight. We have a prospect, and turned down a prospect, and we’re sleeping on one too. Man, is this exhausting!

House Beat

Man, we rolled by over ten houses today, and got into three. We filled out an app for one with a sweet location and have appointments for three more on Monday and Tuesday. We’re really moving.

Afterwards we had dinner in Ballard (again) with Don and Trish at Sofrito Rico, a Puerto Rican place at the end of the Market commercial district. Reading blogs tonight I noticed that Greg and Stacey ate there last night for their anniversary. Small world.

I am totally beat.

I was pleased to hear from my dad that he got his father’s day gift on time, even though I sent it late. It was a late-30s or early-40s pewter sommelier’s cup made in part from an old French franc coin. The manufacturer’s label is still attached to the back of the cup.

Crusading Hero Fights back

Jon Nelson, possibly my new favorite film critic, says, “I just saw Batman Begins,” and among other things, notes:

“I think that it might very well be THE WORST MOVIE EVER MADE IN THE HISTORY OF THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE,” going on to note that “It had depth of badness.”

Really, the whole thing is worth quoting, but I’ll refrain. this choice bit, though, must be passed along.

“The plot is dolled up with lots of racist crap from the ‘mystic east’ and some really dumb psychedelic obscurantism. Under that layer of drivel is some nasty reactionary nihilistic bullshit masquerading as crusading idealism.”

Ah, what a sweet rant. My only complaint is that it lacks detail.