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"Booty is booty!" declares Seattle's very own Sir Mix-A-Lot towards the end of this profoundly hilarious "Baby Got Back"-inspired Burger King commercial advertising a SpongeBob SquarePants kids' meal. Phonebook implants are too cheap not to consider; it's almost enough to make us love this recession. Local rappers trying to be the next Mix, are you sure this is where you want to end up? Peep:

They're pretty cute. Our favorite--and the commercial currently leading the poll on the Mariners' website--is "Sorry," which involves Felix Hernandez being a sweetheart. The Ichiro one struck us as kind of dumb, but don't take our word for it: watch them all here and let us know what you think.

Seattlest Alumnus Dave Epstein has some advice for Tony Hawk, get a lawyer.

Redmond native and actual Guitar Hero Carrie Brownstein did some work on the advertising of the game Rock Band. You might have seen these commercials; four rocker-lookin types sit around and cut on each other in the jaded and weary fashion of musicians on the road. That's not her work, thank god. She was on a different team pushing a different concept. Anyway, she's got an article up at Slate today about her experiences with the game, which, ultimately, she ends up kind of liking in an "it's not as evil and fake as American Idol" kind of way. Of course anything less than an absolute trashing of the game leads us to suspect she's still on the payroll, but she's a music writer so we'll say no. It's an interesting take on the game either way.

Seventeen teams showed up at the Old Pequliar last night to see if our voice would give out. We managed to get through the evening without having a Peter Brady moment, but we're grateful to those of you who were willing to step up to the mic at a moment's notice.

The night's first piece paired the Northwest Symphony Orchestra with Michael Shrieve, a badass, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame drummer who played with Santana at Woodstock. The combination of heavy percussion and hearty strings and brass had our knees bouncing. Next up was Messina, a funny, chatty guy with endless reserves of enthusiasm for the cause his symphonies support. The tango "Dance of the Rain" featured Dance Contemporary performers and Andre Feriante on acoustic guitar. The orchestra's string section paid perfect compliment to Feriante's deft fretwork.

New York Attorney General Andrew Cuomo claims a subsidiary of First American Corp., eAppraiseIT, has been generating inflated appraisals for First American and Seattle mortgage-lender WAMU. This would represent collusion and would be what's technically known as "illegal." Unfortunately for everyone involved who wanted to keep their job, Cuomo has emails that say things like:

eAppraiseIT's president told First American: "We view this as a violation of the OCC, OTS, FDIC and USPAP influencing regulation."

eAppraiseIT's president told senior executives at First American: "We have agreed to roll over and just do it ..."

When we heard that Vern recently released a book called Seagalogy, we were perplexed. Why would the voice of badass cinema write a book about NFL cheerleaders?

Cooper's quiz is scheduled for 8:45 Tuesday nights, though last night's kicked off at 9:00. It's 40 questions, uncategorized. Teams trade answer sheets for scoring. After about 15-20 minutes the host announces results. That's a longish delay, but it's a well-paced quiz overall.

It's still raining, but that's not stopping us this weekend. As we get ready to head out the door, the Seattlest staff is once again sharing our weekend plans in the hopes that we'll see you along the way.

Unbeknownst to us, producers of CBS's glossy detective series, Cold Case have been using all sorts of pop music from Toby Keith to The Postal Service to elevate the cool factor of each episode. Their website even has a page listing the "Music of Cold Case" -- some episodes of which showcase a single recording artist (such as the 2/18/07 "Blood on the Tracks" episode featuring music from Bob Dylan).

Sketch Fest Seattle is into its second (and final) weekend.

The unfortunately named Grand Ole Party opened for Rilo Kiley Saturday night to an audience presumably not too familiar with their work. GOP have a strong, simple, raw kind of sound, not unlike White Stripes or Sweet 75, kind of directionless and inert, but impressive and energetic nonetheless. They ended the set with the first song on Humanimals, "Look Out Young Son," which after a couple of listens sounds like the strongest effort on the disc.

Seattlest was recently in the market for an engagement ring. Knowing almost nothing about diamonds, settings, or the metals they bling on, we guessed that finding the right ring was going to be a long, arduous and intimidating quest. We were wrong. It wasn’t arduous.

Much like the team the Mariners' TV commercials have gone down hill fast in the last few years. This year's crop aren't groan inducing, and aren't that funny-- they just kind of hang there like a Joel Pineiro curve ball.

Ever since Jack Roberts died and Cal Worthington disappeared, there's been a definite lack of goofy commercials on Seattle airwaves. If you, like us, are jonesing for silly ads, this ought to well satisfy your cravings. A Seattle transplant working at MTV dubs it "the best music video I've seen in a long time."

Texas is thawing, the Northeast is freezing, and a sort of natural order seems almost restored to the Ist-A-Verse. Almost.

-Lust, gluttony, avarice, sloth, wrath, envy, pride...blogging?

A Washington State political race got some national ink on Friday at Slate under the unflattering headline "Unusually Stupid Campaign Ads," but unfortunately for us the headline alone doesn't really indicate which campaign Michael Kinsley's talking about in this article. It's Monday and a semi-holiday, so we'll spare you the effort of dredging up all the current campaigns. He's talking about McGavick/Cantwell.

Answers will be forthcoming this afternoon, along with final standings and any other information we feel like we can cram into a post. In the meantime, entertain yourself with the questions from last night's quiz at the Old Pequliar:

With the Seahawk football beginning on Sunday, there is simply not a better time to look at the upcoming season than right now, sorry nnnnnnnnnnow.

Things have been all kinds of messed up with our vaunted content management system today and you may have noticed long periods of silence and posts appearing in the past. We here at Seattlest HQ kind of feel like the girls on the TV commercials who have their cell phone networks cut

Seattlest loves John Moe, so we figured it was high time we interviewed him. Don't know Moe? He's the voice behind KUOW's The Works, Power of Voice (sometimes), and amusing weather updates. He's also a frequent contributor to McSweeney's, a blogger, and an author with a book to promote.

In a not-always-successful attempt to keep our TV watching to a minimum, we have a no-reality-TV rule at home. But we do have one exception: Top Chef. New episodes broadcast on Bravo TV at 10pm on Wednesdays, but the Bravo people must be even more into the series than we are because you can watch practically the entire season every day, and we think that next Wednesday you can, in fact, watch the ENTIRE season, beginning to end. And we think it would be a surprisingly good use of your time.

The Hawks' own Matt Hasselbeck and his (not un-foxy) mom will join with the man who bested him in Super Bowl XL, Ben Roethlisberger, and longtime soup pitchman Donovan McNabb, for a new season of Chunky Soup commercials. Yes, someone's already posited that there's a Chunky Soup curse.

Fresh from his quarter-hour of fame as a food blogger, Ronald is preparing a giant Spanish torta for a neighborhood party in Belltown. He plans to stalk chef Kerry Sear's cooking class at Cascadia on Saturday morning. On Sunday, he'll make is way into SoDo territory where wine writer/wine merchant Rich Kinssies promises to roast a pig and pour samples of Spanish reds at The Wine Outlet . We hope it goes well with the all the uneaten torta.

There are many things that Seattle liberals hate: the increasing price of fleece vests, driving over 25mph on arterials, and when one of their senators votes for war in the Middle East.

We'd like to say that this year's crop of commercials might be the most entertaining thing about this Mariners season, but we've seen the commercials. It won't be all bad, though - The White Sox are coming through in April, right?

They may not have a winning tradition on the field, but the Mariners do have a tradition of winning commercials.

Here's another entry in the categories of "Until There is a Portlandist" and "Seattlest Has a One-Track Mind." An AP article making the bloggity blog blog rounds has dug up a swath of indie bands telling Hummer to go stick it in their 10MPG gas pipe and smoke it. Hummer ad execs, while drinking designer vodkas and wondering how they could be as hip as that Cohen kid on the O.C., must have picked up on the recent trend of using less well-known "indie" songs to sell shit these days. Unfortunately for them, they are much, much dumber than indie musicians, and Seattlest is thankful for that.