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Seattlest watches as a S.L.U.T. is born and Seattle Flickr users go nuts over a local art installation. A restaurant critic demands a Diner's Bill of Rights over a gnat next to her drink, and, in lieu of a Portlandist, Seattlest debates with itself over the identity of the Northwest's crown jewel. Seattlest also joins the guys from Fantagraphics for an ill-fated gun party in the woods.

Last night, Young Frankenstein, playing at the Paramount through September 1st, came to life, sang, and did some wicked dance moves. The official world premiere of the new Mel Brooks musical, based on his horror-comedy film of the same name, had the full house's rapt attention from the initial flash of lightning over Transylvania Heights. The script preserves many of the film’s great lines ("Put...the candle...back!"), while adding nearly two dozen original songs with music and lyrics by old nectarine-pushing Mel. While this run serves as a chance for the company to work the kinks out before heading off to Broadway this fall, as of last night, the kinks are primarily sex-related.

The first thing we noticed about Crumbs Are Also Bread is that its set is yet another magical emanation from the mind of Jennifer Zeyl. WET's stage isn't large, but somehow the frozen Midwestern town of Breadmouth fits on it: the town square, bedrooms, kitchens, backyards, the icy river. Even a full moon appears. Trees with bare branches, disquietingly, grow upside down.

A couple weeks ago, we erroneously reported that button-down genius Bob Newhart would share the Benaroya Hall stage with the Seattle Symphony. Though Newhart is indeed an amateur drummer, we regret to inform there’ll be no such onstage mashup. However, it is true that Bob and Bob alone will perform his standup comedy act at Benaroya -- where in 1999 we attended his last Seattle performance -- Friday night at 8 and Saturday afternoon at 3.

Last Saturday night Seattlest trundled off to McCaw Hall for opening night of Die Fledermaus (running through January 28). We were a little doubtful about just how much fun the operetta (a word that means, "before there were Broadway musical-comedies") would be. General Director Speight Jenkins had cast some giant-voiced Wagnerians in the leads of a lithe, witty farce and it seemed counterintuitive, to be frank with you. With an icing-thin plot involving an extended, not-very-funny practical joke, Fledermaus only works if the Viennese tendency to waltz in the face of disaster perfectly balances the sad reality of a couple who have gotten tired of each other and are looking elsewhere for fun.

For the past week, we've been inundated with images of people displaced from their homes. It's all been so heart-wrenching and overwhelming that after a while we just had to turn the TV off. But now that the first season of Lost is out on DVD, Seattlest has no problem with willingly subjecting ourselves to such drama, if only because that's some damn good television. And because these stranded people surrounded by water won't make us cry...for the most part.

If your Sunday agenda included nothing but complaining about how The Simpsons is past its prime or wondering how Desperate Housewives' Eva Longoria was snubbed for yet another award, it's time for a change of plans. This Sunday night, and every Sunday from now on, you should take yourself a quick nap and head out to Rebar for Flammable, Seattle's longest running house music night.