It's a new game that teens from Port Angeles recently took up, called--and we do not kid--"lighter fluid tag." All it takes is a squirt of lighter fluid, the swipe of a lit match, and TAG you're it! Until they (being friends?) beat out the flames. Ultimately, you lose the game and become charred barbecue. Awesome. Sounds like great fun, no? Even the crazy grizzly-obsessed man, who lived among--and was eaten by--the Alaskan grizzlies pales in comparison. Lighter fluid tag is truly Darwinism at its best.
Lighter Fluid Tag Illustrates the Brilliance of Darwinism
Area Lake Conspires with Big Pharma
Thank goodness for a Congressional committee looking into misleading pharmaceutical ads to detail the shady saga that is pseudo-jock Dr. Jarvik.
The Lonely H Kids are Alright
Fall--and yes, we think we can say it's now officially fall--is a great season for concerts. Yet another good one this weekend is an all-ages affair, with Port Angeles' own The Lonely H celebrating their second record release tonight at the Vera Project (7:30pm, with Model Photographer and Don't Tell Sophie, $7). The band's comprised of five teens just outta high school, but don't let that negatively influence your opinion of them. The guys sound (and look) older than their birth certificates, way older, like right out the 70s, with Zep-like shredding and long flowing locks. We spoke to bassist Johnny Whitman about going to college, life on the road, moving to Seattle, and hating emo bands.
Kalakala Not Dead Yet (But adjacent to hell in Tacoma)
For years it was an eyesore/interesting feature of Portage Bay. Just blocks away from Gasworks Park, the Kalakala stood bow to shore for quite some time with its bulk jutting out into the lake for kayakers to paddle around and yachts to navigate by. Seattlest would occasionally run into some unpaid nautical artisan who lived and worked on the thing at area bars, but nothing ever seemed to get done. The Kalakala always looked like its dilapidated self.

