Okay, we're human. Or at least half-human, like Hercules and those other children of lustful gods. So we make mistakes. more ›

King County is set to close its animal shelters at the end of January due to lack of funds. more ›

that have been backing up on our TiVo. But alas, we had agreed to check out some band from Portland called Casey Neill and the Norway Rats. We'll be honest--the main draw for us was Jennie Conlee (the Decemberists). We had been so stoked about seeing the Decemberists and Laura Veirs next week, and then a Decemberist came down with some illness bad enough to make them cancel the tour (we hope they're okay!). This was going to be about as close to the Decemberists as we were going to get this year. more ›

We want to know where's the scariest place to live or hang out within Seattle city limits. (Sorry, Skyway and White Center. Check again after annexation.) more ›

We weren’t the biggest or most dedicated of PGMG fans; we didn’t know what Andrea Zollo (the only member we knew by name) was singing most of the time and couldn’t say things like, “Yeah! Speakers Push the Air!” two seconds into the song. But damn, we liked the band’s punky, catchy, jump-around syncopation. We liked that Andrea, when we’d seen PGMG live, was a wilder Liza Minnelli, a tamer Karen O. So on Saturday it was a little sad to see the band leave the stage for the second-to-last time—we caught the early Neumos show—and hear Andrea’s echoing thank-yous to “Mom” and “friends” and everyone who’d ever bought a CD or a t-shirt. more ›

You know the concept: local artists create fiberglass scultpures based on Ur-piggy Rachel, eventually sold to raise money for the Pike Place Market Foundation. One such sculptor is Colin Reedy, an Oregon furniture designer whose previous contributions include a couple of ride-em "Pork Choppers." This particular creation, titled "Prosciutto and Melon Pig," ought to be positioned at a deli counter like DeLaurenti, not on the sidewalk in Belltown next to, gulp, the pork-free Tandoori Hut. more ›

USS Mariner is now in (we think) their fifth season of covering the local nine, and the boys continue to bring the goods. Today's 2007 preview is terrific, and we encourage you to read it in full. But at least read this, a declaration that the team's so mediocre, it's hard to know what they're going to do:

This team is, essentially, baseball’s version of the rusty trunk thats been stored in your grandparents home for 80 years. There’s a real chance that you could find several gold bars, one of the first photographs in american history, and the original copy of the declaration of independence. Or you might find a pair of false teeth, a hoard of rats, and a shirt containing remnants of the bubonic plague. more ›

Austinist gets arty with an interactive guide to SXSW, loved some local art galleries and a new art exhibit and lamented the possible loss of "Friday Night Lights" production to New Mexico. more ›

SUPER BLOW: A bunch of big guys grabbing each other while wearing skin-tight clothes, with ass-slapping and Prince songs. No, it's not Comeback, its the goddamn SuperBowl. Sorry editor Dan, but we're rooting for the Colts. more ›

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. more ›

We've been to better parties, let's just say that. For one thing, there was no cake. And our first-ever (that's a singular "our" the rest of the Seattlest club rats want you to know) trip to Chop Suey left us making invidious comparisons to San Francisco club decor. The parade-length Chinese dragon hung from the ceiling is appealing but what's with the huge splotches of peeling paint on the walls, the cheap plywood ramp to the main floor, and the grimly unpainted concrete floor? Most importantly, what's with that muddy sound coming out of your speakers? It might be time for some spring improvements, Chop Suey! However, kudos for the Guinness on tap. You're loved. more ›

Just last week we were walking through the beer aisle at our local QFC, cruising for those cute little Full Sail "Session" bottles when our heart skipped a beat. Could it be? Oh sweet Bacchus, that's a six-pack of Snow Cap! We cradled it in our arms and cried silent sweet tears of joy while the woman next to us with the two kids dragged her wee ones by their arms past us, staring. Someday children, you too will know the tender October rejoice of the return of Snow Cap. more ›

The ad in the Weekly caught our eye: Opium! Graft! Sex! Debauchery! All this printed over a picture of a moll who'd fit right in at Belltown's Whisky Bar. more ›

Seattlest hearts recycling. We do it; we make fun of people who don't do it. But is anyone else out there kinda grossed out that the city wants to start recycling food scraps...by allowing said food scraps to be added to the 96-gallon yard-waste containers that are collected every two weeks? more ›