Results tagged “dietcoke”

Last night the Old Pequliar was out of cider for the second week in a row. And we were sad, because we don't drink beer (sorry Geoff) and had to get through the quiz powered solely by a cheeseburger, criss-cut fries, and Diet Coke.

This week we'd like to congratulate the -ist network's Mother Hen, Gothamist's Jen Chung, who found herself a recipient of Wired Magazine's Wired Rave Award. If that doesn't sound terribly exciting, keep in mind another recipient was J.K. Rowling. Yep, that's right, the -ist network and Harry Potter now have something in common. Go us.

A good rule of thumb for playing trivia: When in doubt, go with your first answer. It saves arguing and cuts right through potentially endless cycles of self-doubt.

A few weeks ago we noticed something new in the upper reaches of our Comcast Digital Cable guide. Channels 962-984 now play Seattle FM radio stations: KISW (971), KPLU (966), even KUBE (967).

Back when we made our oh-so-controversial declaration that Seattle's strip clubs sucked, there was a little nagging voice at the back of our head. "What about the Sands?" it whispered. "You haven't actually been there. And they were remodeled recently. Maybe it's awesome!"

Sampaist is on the scene in São Paulo beginning this week to become the only ist south of the Equator. Editor Leandro M. Pinto leads the paulistanos down there.

Ever get the feeling that food is no longer your friend? That while you used to have some laughs with Stouffer’s lasagne and chill out with your best friend Diet Coke, secretly food has been going behind your back, stealing your boyfriend, gunning for your job, and making you fat?

If you are more into reverb (and we think that you are), go see Built to Spill at the Showbox tonight. They are one of our all time favorite bands (Built to Spill fun fact: They often play a really long version of Neil Young's 'Cortez the Killer' which is a great opportunity to grab a beer or two. If you are not drinking, it is an excellent opportunity to grab a Shirley Temple or perhaps a Diet Coke).

No, not the Lorene Cary memoir, which Seattlest found to be a moving and well-written book. We're talking about the black ice that our local traffic reporters have us convinced is a sinister and rare weather condition. When their voices go up in pitch with "reports of black ice on the roadways" we quiver at the vision of our number 15 bus skidding down Mercer Street, helpless at the mercy of this dark, invisible force.