GENUINELY COOL, ARTSY FARTSY NIGHT: Go to the Filter release party at the Richard Hugo House tonight for readings, hobnob opps with writerly folks, and performances by Awesome!. The literary magazine celebrates the release of its second issue, and if you haven't seen this work of art yet, you may not know: this is a beautiful and well-crafted literary magazine, not only in content but in construction. 7 p.m. // Hugo House // free! PRE-HALLOWEEN......

Rudolph Valentino. Ray Charles. Jerry Lee Lewis dancing on pianos, for God's sake! Dance in Seattle had anything but a boring 20th century. We were prowling around the internet this morning and discovered that today is the anniversary of the date the city banned a really bizarre but popular 1920s and '30s fad called "dance marathons" within its city limits. That was enough to pique our interest, and we've spent the day researching what was......

The amusing story of how we wound up at the Showbox Saturday night to see the Old 97s begins with a plan hatched amongst friends far too late at night (and after far too many drinks). And, what with the constant internet access you get with the iPhone, we wound up with tix to the show, while everyone else turned out to be spread between Las Vegas and Palm Springs last weekend. And thus......

Fun with stickers on traffic signs, thanks to ~wesa~. You can find more like it (and more unlike it) in the Seattlest Flickr pool. Come drop us a shot. Thanks!......

We bring you installment number one of Seattlest's Midnight Movies. No, that's not Kristen Wiig, Amy Poehler, and Casey Wilson. That's real life. That's Bob Fosse. This has nothing to do with Seattle. But, if you're sitting awake in the middle of the night, feelin' blue from the rainy and dreary day that's past, perhaps this'll cheer you up. Enjoy!......

Two ambulances pulled up outside the Showbox SoDo on Monday night, just as the doors were opening at 8pm. They attended to a very drunk young lady who no doubt missed out on the all-ages Diplo/Justice bill for that evening. Ah, the youth. Upon entering, we came face to face with a wall of said youth and unavoidable flat-screen monitors plastered everywhere running MySpace videos and ad spam. Up the stairs to the bar,......