not allowed. Like all things that would make my life easier, it was too unprofessional.

Fortunately I’m only here for another month.

...at bandcamp

because my dad likes to wax poetic about the “good old days”.

Frankly, i like the shops and only miss the fact that i wasn’t around for the championship parade because I was still waddling in diapers… or maybe I was trained by then. Don’t really know.

The entire block smelled like stale beer.

Stale beer smell > The Pearl

Joke withheld.

much of the stories about the Shanghai tunnels cannot be substantiated by historians; much of the history concerning them seems to be the imagination of the guys giving the tunnel tours.

Not that shanghaiing didn’t occur in Portland (it did)—just that claims the tunnels were routinely used for smuggling crimped sailors out to waiting ships, seem to be bogus.

Nah, just send her out to shop in felony flats. She’ll either disappear never to be seen again, find a new line of work along SE 82nd, or buy an RV and skip town. Unfortunately, the new MAX line to there doesn’t open for another year at least. :(

A friend of mine claims some prostitute ghost wanders them and the basement of old town pizza. And he’s hilariously serious.

more than once. True. It’s funny in retrospect.

You just want to pretend you got her message in a bottle. You’re obssessed.

Bert and Ernie are HUGE! I thought they were like 3 feet tall. I’d rather they were if I met them in person. I’ve always prided myself on the fact that no matter how many fights I lose to normal sized humans, I could take tiny Bert and Ernie any day of the week. For the first time ever, I am starting to doubt this belief. And this is something I’ve based my entire ego, my entire being. I… I don’t know what I’m going to do now with myself.

Is Elmo huge too? I know Big bird is Big, so I wasn’t gonna start no stuff with him, but now I’m not so sure about the rest of the cast. TV doesn’t adequately reflect actual heights and weights properly, and I wish our government would get to work on fixing this.

Ernie’s big felt hand is waaaay too low. Now I’ll have to fight him just to defend that poor girl’s honor. Great, fantastic.

Mortimer

Night and Jorga ….listen and learn. This weekend the family went down to sourthern oregon to visit some family members. Me, my wife, my 2 kids and my mother all piled into a mini van to for a nice 4 hour drive to the Medford/Grants Pass area. With five people in the car no one can agree what to listen to on the stereo…that is just a given. But in this era of personal electronics that is not really an issue. So the kids brought their personal DVD player and sat in the way back, watching a movie with their headphones on. My wife and I sat up front and listened to the onboard stereo system with the speakers faded all the way to the front. Since my mom didn’t really like the kind of music we were listening to, she elected to listen to her mp3 player. Sounds perfect, right? Not so much as it turns out. My mother (all of 60 years old) cannot listen to music without singing along ….can’t do it….it is impossible. Me and my wife are trying to listen to some nice soothing death metal and Mom is in the back seat wailing out some Dolly Parton number to the point that it is drowning out the death metal. We made it all the way to Roseburg or so before I couldn’t take it anymore. We just ate lunch at Denny’s (I don’t know why, so don’t ask) when I pulled Mom aside and advised that she was …ya know…singing kinda loud when she sang along and that maybe she wasn’t aware that it was happening. Well anyway, she basicly glared at me (from the back seat) the whole rest of the way. What is the moral of the story? It was totally worth it !!!

How does this relate to the OP topic?....ummm….oh yeah…even an I-pod may not be the answer…your co-worker could be sitting singing Jewel songs all day long or Ricky Scaggs or something.

PS we weren’t really listening to death metal…....it was Rick Springfield ….but you get the point.