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In this corner, we have the accused, Amanda Knox, Seattle's girl-next-door and alleged participant in the murder of one. Google News hits: about 1,811. In the other corner, Risperdal aka risperidone, one of the most widely used anti-psychotics in the world, approved for schizophrenia and bipolar disorder and marketed off-label for the "irritability" associated with autism, Asperger's, ADHD, and being teen-aged or elderly, and related to the deaths of at least 1,000 people (according the...

It's not often that a play comes along that unites both senior citizens and the people who want to kill them. If your parents are elderly, this may strike you as "fair and balanced" theatre.

We have a message for 15-year-old us: "You are a fuckface."

Londonist are starting to think their city is getting just a little bit too expensive, when even Christian Slater can't afford to go out there. And there's no escaping, as local singer Lily Allen discovered when she was barred entry to the US. The British mapping agency caused further bad karma, by blocking a 3-D representation of London in Google Earth. But the smiles returned to Londonist's faces as they interviewed Baroness von Reichardt, who has completely covered her house in mosaic tiles.

N.P. Thompson went to SIFF, and we all benefit now that he's written about the best and worst films of the festival -- and launched a few broadsides at SIFF and select members of its audience:

The 33rd Seattle International Film Festival ended two weeks ago; it’s taken me this long to gain enough distance to sort and sift through all I might conceivably have to say on the subject. Even so, the movies under discussion here represent only a small fraction of what I took in. There were several screenings I walked out on, a few more I considered walking out on, and perhaps a baker's dozen of screener discs I couldn’t eject quickly enough. This year, as in other years, festival officials emphasized the sheer quantity of it all: 25 days, 600 screenings, X-number of North American premieres. They take this approach, because qualitatively, especially this time, there was almost nothing to point to. Which isn’t to say that weren’t some good films, but that they were in short supply.

Holy smokes! Giant fish on the MTA, Paris Hilton in jail, then out, then in again, Al Gore, goatses, blumpkins, Matt Damon, and baby art critics! It's been a busy week across the Ist-A-Verse, and here's a smattering of what's been going on.

Through Sunday, May 6; Tickets $24

FACT: On August 24, 1919, film star Harold Lloyd -- while posing for publicity shots in which he was lighting a cigarette from a lit bomb -- blew the thumb and forefinger off his right hand. "Somehow," accounts explain, "a real bomb had gotten mixed in with the props." In 1923, as if to underscore learning nothing from the experience, he released one of the most famous films of all time, Safety Last! (Which you won't see at this month's retrospective of the films of Harold Lloyd because they just showed it a while ago.)

Unlike some other quitter we could mention City Council Member Peter Steinbrueck will be finishing out his current term, however, he will not be seeking re-election this fall. Instead he will dedicate his time to stopping a viaduct re-build and promoting the surface street alternative. (Although Seattlest Seth has a theory that he just wants more time off to watch his son play basketball for Seattle Prep in the 3A State Tournament).

There's a really old Filipino guy who lives up the street from us that takes our bus to a food bank downtown in the morning. His English sucks, which would be more of a problem if he ever wanted to talk about anything outside of his three favorite topics: the nationality of everyone on the street, genocide and Hitler. He loves talking about Hitler. He once even greeted us at a crowded bus stop in the morning with a heil Hitler hand salute, complete with a heel click and everything. Our attempts to explain how uncool that was were kind of lost in translation, though, and we ended up just ignoring him for weeks. On the way downtown he occupies himself with folding bus schedules into origami cranes and handing them to people, mostly to all the young women who are sitting nearby, which they love, of course, and which kind of pisses us off. Whatever, old guy, they love the cranes. Why don't you show them the heil Hitler?

It was a dark and stormy night on Capitol Hill, and we were looking for a Mr. G. Roe.

At 10am, the Roosevelt Safeway was medium-busy. Mostly elderly people (a nursing home short bus was outside) but a few families, a couple of housewives, and some college students.

As Brooklynite Will Eno has written the play, we were specifically instructed by it not to call it "clever." So in the spirit of the thing, we've added confusing punctuation. We won't spend much time reviewing it, because the play (being based on nothing) is less important than who can stand it.

Today we're happy as clams because of a harmonic convergence of two pet obsessions: that damn Viaduct and the end of the world as we know it. Over the weekend, the Seattle Times asked, "Hey, uh, aren't there likely to be Indian burial grounds where the tunnel would go?" Not to be outdone, the Stranger reported that a $1 million WSDOT study has determined that Viaduct traffic can be dealt with for four years of planned construction in precisely the ways that the People's Waterfront Coalition claim can keep on dealing with traffic for even longer.

Sometimes you need to clean yourself up, get serious, and move in with daddy for a few months before you head to Latin America for a new gig. The District bids Jenna Bush adios. D.C.-based television shows have an elderly audience and DCist has Butterstick the panda bear a birthday bash.

Sunday afternoon, after watching George Mason ensure that we'd lose our NCAA tournament pool for the 17th straight year, we joined some middle-aged ladies, high school kids, elderly couples, and 20-something drama enthusiasts at the Seattle Shakespeare Company's excellent production of Cyrano de Bergerac.

-An 88-year-old woman who misjudged a curve on I-5 and drove off the road was found today after spending five days trapped by Blackberries. Look, you may think that mobile email is the greatest thing since the Sir Mix-a-lot ring tone, but there's a real danger of these devices ganging together and waylaying elderly drivers. Seattlest thinks there should be a law.

Tonight at El Corazon, ten lousy bucks gets you forty kickass years of Northwest rock 'n' roll. That's, like, two bits per year.

When you move to Seattle you rent a room in a communal house that you share with a bunch of freaks who explode if you store meat in the fridge but can't bring themselves to wash the chai crust out of a mug. A couple jobs later and you're ready to grab someone sane who you actually know outside of Craigslist and move into a daylight basement. If you're lucky up to three of those exterior walls won't be underground. It's nice living for awhile, but ultimately a falling out over a bunch of calls on the shared landline to Europe and/or a promotion at work will inspire another move, this time upgrading to the glorious detached mother-in-law in some family's backyard. With housing prices as they are you may be paying that guy's mortgage indefinitely. Better settle in.

Sometimes even the most dedicated Seattleite needs a break--so last week we split town and drove to California. Seattle stayed with us for the first few days as a continuous drizzle followed us southward. It felt as though the clouds were hovering over the car. By the time we reached Santa Barbara, the rain was so heavy that it was front-page news, literally. (We'd link to the story, but the Santa Barbara News-Press requires cash money to look at.)

It's a rare and precious thing when two giants can come together onscreen for a beautiful, culminating moment. Such couples captivate their audience like few before: Brad and Angelina, B1 and B2, and now, ladies and gentleman, McDreamy and ferryboats. Yes, folks. Man and myth, face to face! See, Virginia? They do exist.

As we enter the final days of this year's SketchFest, let's take a walk down memory lane, all the way back to the heady times of the previous weekend: Last Saturday night, three members of Seattlest's collective entity assembled ourselves in a Voltron-like fashion for some comedy at the Capitol Hill Arts Center. We were there for the performances of two troupes, San Francisco's Prank the Dean and NYC's Elephant Larry.

If you're so sick of it...and you can take the time to write to the paper about it...maybe you should say something to the rudies.

As Seattlest is well aware, everyone loves a catfight. There ain't nobody--not your elderly neighbor, not your mom, not even the Pope--who can argue against the undeniable hotness of two lovely ladies beating the crap outta each other.

Previously on Seattlest… we warned you about the Goonies 20th Anniversary Celebration set for the June 3 – 5th weekend in Astoria, OR. To meet the investigative news challenges of this story, Seattlest enlisted the help of Seattle Times illustrator and graphics designer Boo Davis, mastermind behind many of that nascent rag’s more groundbreaking scoops.

The streets of Ballard turned into little Oslo this evening for the annual Norwegian Constitution Parade--celebrating 100 years of independence from Sweden.