Jason Webley Fall 2005 Show

So last night was Jason Webley‘s fall concert for the year. This makes the fourth consecutive fall concert that Prairie and I have been able to attend together, and all in all, it was a good show — not the best that Prairie and I have been to, but overall still quite enjoyable.

We showed up downtown about quarter after seven, after a bit of confused driving around. While I’ve been to the Catwalk a few times before, this was the first time that I’d driven there, and the subsequent loss of direction was compounded by I-5 being insanely backed up when we left the apartment, so we’d taken Aurora in and ended up cruising through the World’s Scariest Tunnel™ and then finding ourselves on the Alaskan Way Viaduct before we finally found an exit and got into downtown Seattle. In any case, we did eventually find both downtown Seattle and the club (though I felt quite the idiot in the end) and grabbed a place in line.

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Prairie’s birthday

Birthday Bouquet, Prairie's Birthday, Seattle, WA

We had a very pleasant evening last night celebrating Prairie’s birthday. Since I worked ’til 9pm, she’d gone out to dinner with her sister H and H’s boyfriend P, and they all met me back at home after they were done. Prairie had baked herself a cake, so we all sat back and enjoyed birthday cake after she opened her presents.

H and P got her a little goodie bag filled with fun stuff, including Dirty Girl Bubble Bath and lip balm, and Atonemints. From me, she got Uno H2O (waterproof Uno cards for use by a pool) and Shel Silverstein’s last book, Runny Babbit.

More photos are right here. Yay birthdays!

Halloween Weekend

Erk. Forgot that daylight savings time kicked in (out?) today, and got up an hour early. Meh. Could’ve had that extra hour in bed!

Hit the_vogue last night with Prairie, joined the table with gracesine, newwavegirlie, Aaron, and a couple other people that I didn’t catch the names of. So many wonderful costumes last night — all the schoolgirls in our group looked very cute, anzu looked great as a victorian schoolmarm (until she took off the coat and breasts popped everywhere…still looked very cute, just not quite as schoolmarm-ish)…while I got a laugh out of a guy who showed up dressed as a World Trade Center tower (very very wrong…but funny), Trish was wearing her Strawberry Shortcake outfit — and let me tell you, you have’t seen Strawberry Shortcake until you’ve seen her in red leather 20-eye Docs and a vinyl (satin?) corset that had her millimeters away from popping out of it.

Unfortunately, I’d neglected to bring my camera along for the night, so no pictures of the various costumes this year.

The only downside to the night was a higher than usual jerk quotient (mostly the group that invaded directly behind our table, who were loud, obnoxious, pushy, spilled drinks on newwavegirlie and gracesine, and at one point sent a cloud of horribly noxious cigar smoke across us…ick…before they were told to put it out). Prairie and I decided that we’d had all the fun we could stand around 11:20pm and came home to relax with an episode of X-Files before bed.

OpinionOutpost Apology

Last June, I got a comment on my site that as far as I could tell was comment spam advertising a site called Opinion Outpost. Not being a fan of that style of advertising, I posted about it. In the following months I’ve gotten a few comments from satisfied Opinion Outpost customers defending the company — but yesterday, I actually got an apology from the person who originally left the comment that started it all.

I was looking your webpage this morning and wanted to apologize for posting our email on your weblog.  When I first posted on your site I was looking for your email address to contact you about our affiliate program and I could not find it so I thought I would make a post not knowing what I was doing was inappropriate in the weblogging community.  I was new with the company when I posted this and learned very early that this kind of practice was wrong and I haven’t done it since.  I know that what I have done has made you very upset with me and Opinion Outpost.  I ask that you hold nothing against Opinion Outpost, I am the one at fault.

As for this email that you said you sent me, I don’t ever remember receiving it.  I receive large amounts of emails every day and I probably looked at it with confusion (not understanding it or not knowing what I did wrong) and discarded it.  I am very sorry for my actions and hope this post will ease the tension and conflict between you, your weblog and me.

I am willing to post this on your weblog if you would like me to.  Just let me know what you would prefer.  Thank you!

Sounds reasonable to me — it’s a pity my original e-mail got lost, but everyone makes mistakes from time to time, and he was kind enough to send the apology along. The apology is certainly accepted, and I’ve gone back and edited out all the names and contact information from the original post and the follow-up comments.

Opinion Outpost still doesn’t look like the kind of thing I’m interested in for my own needs, but with this, I’ll file them back into the “on the level” bin. :)

Voltaire at the Vogue

Voltaire’s show Wednesday night was great, as I’d hoped.

xementio picked me up around 8pm, we drove down to Capitol Hill, found a place to park, and spent a few minutes wandering along Broadway. Since she’s new to town, I got to show her a bit more of Broadway and introduce her to some of the stores along the strip, though it was late enough in the evening that there wasn’t really much time for shopping.

Danielle, The Vogue, Seattle, WAWe headed up towards the_vogue around nine, and the place was already full enough that we weren’t able to find a table. Oops! Silly me, thinking that the “doors open at 9pm” bit on the flyer meant that the doors wouldn’t open until 9pm. ;) Still, no biggie, we just found a spot on the floor to say hi to people (I saw Ellen and…gak…her husband, whose name I will remember someday, back by the bar; we chatted with Tricia for a while; and I saw anzu for a moment before losing her in the crowd), wait and watch people dance.

And wait. And wait.

The one downside to the evening was that while everybody (including the staff at the Vogue, apparently) was expecting the show to start between 10 and 10:30pm, Voltaire got caught up in selling CDs, comics, other sundries, and talking to people, and didn’t actually take the stage until about 11:15pm.

Still, once he made it onto the stage, the show was well worth the wait.

Voltaire, The Vogue, Seattle, WA

He used the same low-key setup as he did last year, no backing band, just him and a guitar. As with last year, one of his first songs was a tongue-in-cheek cover of Rammstein’s “Du Haßt Mich”, and then on to other songs. Lots of fun between-song banter and storytelling also.

Songs I remember from the playlist: The Vampire Club, Ex-Lover’s Lover, When You’re Evil, Goodnight Demonslayer, plus one from a New Wave style band that he’s getting started with called One Semester Lesbian, Fully Functional from his Star Trek tribute/parody album, and a hilariously raunchy (to the point of being obscene) country-style ballad set in the cantina on Tatooine from Star Wars.

Voltaire at the VogueIn addition to the photos I took over the course of the night, I also took a few minutes of video a few times during the night, and have put together a nine-minute sampler of bits and pieces of the show. Linked to the right is a low-resolution version (QT .mov, 9Mb), here’s a high-rez version (QT .mov, 37.5Mb) for those who have the bandwidth. Be warned — not everything in the video is exactly “family friendly”, though it is quite funny.

The show ended a little after 12:15, and as Danielle had had to bail out a bit earlier, I booked down the hill into downtown to catch a bus home. While I missed the 12:20am bus, there was one last run at 1:20am, so after kicking back with this weeks Stranger and Seattle Weekly for a while, I finally made it home and crawled into bed about 1:45am.

So, a long night, but a lot of fun, and worth the late bedtime.

Playing the race card

On our way home from Charlie’s tonight, Prairie and I got a sudden hankering for ice cream and stopped into the Baskin Robbins just down the street from our apartment. A couple of teenagers were hanging out in the store, chatting with their friends behind the counter.

Sitting at one of the tables, a skinny black kid, decked out in street-standard clothes (sneakers, baggy jeans, oversize t-shirt) said, “I don’t think I could live with you people.”

His friend, a heavyset white guy with longish wavy hair in slacks, shirt and tie laughed and answered, “White?”

“What!?” the black kid said, and all of us started laughing. “I didn’t say that!”

“You said you couldn’t live with ‘you people’…!”

“Party animals!”

The white kid laughed again. “White? Dude, you’re not supposed to be playing the race card….”

“Yo, man, no, party animals….”

“You keep talkin’, all I’m hearin’ is ‘fuck whitey!'”

By this point, all of us were cracking up. Absolutely hilarious, good-natured needling between friends.