In Portland the last week in February typically brings with it a few days of unusually warm weather. It's a brief respite from the months of rain and darkness that we call winter around here. Instead of that, this year we received a week of wind and rain mixed with snow. I don't know about you but my Seasonal Affective Disorder is going full throttle. It's time to bask in the warm glow of random links (and rum).
As at least one local parent learned last weekend, it's not a good idea to bug TriMet drivers, especially when you're trying to use their work space to change a dirty diaper. When they say "no," they mean it.
Click here if you're looking to spend at least ten minutes staring at strange public sculptures and statues from around the globe (NSFW).
Someone had to write an obituary for KISN and it looks like Phil Stanford stepped up to the plate in the Tuesday edition of the Portland Tribune.Click here for it.
Welcome to Blog reader "PM" sent in two links earlier this week. The first leads to a fairly indispensable and nicely put together beta guide to Portland happy hours. The second will take you to a 1978 BBC documentary on Hunter S. Thompson.
Here's a pretty comprehensive guide to backmasking and hidden messages on rock albums. The ratio of satanic messages to parodies is practically 1 to 1. Myself, I'm still trying to figure out if it John Lennon said "cranberry sauce" or "I buried Paul" on "Strawberry Fields Forever."
Willamette Week has one hell of a cover story in their latest issue. Prepare to be disgusted, then click here.
First, local teens were caught "freaking." Then their parents found out about them reading smut in school libraries. Now they're running around imitating "Party Boy" from Jackass and landing themselves in juvie. Who's to blame? Probably video games. Banning toy guns will set 'em off down the right path, I'm sure.
Finally, it looks like Jack Bauer is running out of people to torture...
