Results tagged “overheard”

"You know what I have to say, based on my last couple bus rides? I'm so glad I don't do speed anymore. And that's all I have to say about that."

Old guy: "I'm sick of this shit!"

Twentysomething girl, to her companions:

Overheard walking away from Husky Stadium: "That Trenton Tuiasosopo...I wonder if he's related to Marques Tuiasosopo?"

Overheard at Seattlest HQ: "I can see how the guy might have a case, but it's pretty common knowledge in the industry that you don't fucking sell AutoCAD on your own -- at least not on obvious places like eBay."

We here in the Ist-A-Verse know that we're sensational, but it's very rare that we get a chance to be sensationalistic. This week, we've decided to have ourselves a little fun and try our hand at tacky tabloid headlines, using nothing more than our favorite posts from this week.

Rock stars are dark and mysterious, calculating and philanthropic, and almost always stylish and physically attractive. And then there are Jack Black and Kyle Gass.

--After one city council member's aide was killed by a car while crossing the street, and another's stepson was seriously hurt in a similar accident, you'd better believe the council's ready to take the most decisive action they can. That's right--city charter be damned--they're going to "approve a resolution creating a pedestrian master plan and a city-appointed advisory group to develop it." Ugh.

Seattle conversations showed up on Overheard in the Office three times last month.

Overheard while trying to buy a ticket to last night's Real Madrid vs. D.C. United match:

We check in on local dominatrix/columnist Mistress Matisse's blog every once in a while -- oh, who are we kidding, we subscribe to her RSS feed. Who doesn't want to hear true tales of sex work?

Monday, loafiing around at home, we noticed a Seattle submission on Overheard in the Office:

He Prefers to Be Called Richard
Guy: I am full.
Girl: Full of what?
Guy: Full of Dick's.

539 Queen Anne Avenue North

Where: the used book section of Elliott Bay Book Co.

What exactly is behind our sudden fascination with "found" material? Are we simply so enamoured with the cheap voyueristic thrills that reality television affords us that we've begun seeking out similar glimpses into the lives of others? Get away from that window you freak! Perverts...