Farewell SeaTac

This is connected to a futuristic pond, hence the futuristic monitoring device on the roof.

In the park we found this spooky....I'm really not sure what, maybe a shrine, or diorama, or maybe a witchy spell. Regardless of what it was, it was spooky.

Mary got her picture taken with it. I hope all her hair doesn't fall out. After we took our pictures we made sure to tuck it back under the rock where we found it.

The silo in the distance is a space age public toilet.

I was really excited to use it. I really couldn't understand why no one else would be.

Inside, a booming voice informed me that in 10 minutes the doors would open automatically.

My dramatic exit.

Judging by the looks on everyones faces, I think they didn't really believe I would ever get out.

I think the Space Needle is just out of frame to the left.

We walked toward the water. That is a pile of garbage on a hill.

Those are some old underpants.

A scenic ocean view.

That is a spooky sculpture.

We stopped off at a bar. I think the theme of the bar was euro-trash.

The next day we took our van back to Roseburg. I picked up my car along the way.

I spent half the van ride reading about chickens and the other half pretending I was asleep.

Exploding cornucopia of post-modern fun

We went back to Pikes Market. While we were there an old person got hit with one of the flying fishes and an ambulance had to be called. We got some very small donuts from a very angry man.

In Seattle there is some mnemonic device for remembering the order of the streets I don't remember it, but I know it involved Jesus.

Although Mary is not from the pacific-northwest originally, her puffy vest would lead you to think otherwise.

This is the Seattle library, I might describe it as an exploding-cornucopia-of-post-modern-fun!

The library consists mostly of glass, steel, and florescent colored fiberglass.

It reminded me a little of Hypercolors. I really wish I had some Hypercolor clothing.

This is a view from one of the top floors.

Again.

We walked around. I got some records. At one record store the man working there had a scarf on and a fake English accent.

He really exemplified why people hate dealing with the staff at most record stores.

Don't mess with Montana

This is a car with, not one, but many Jesus fish.

This kind of looks like a doorknob...I don't know why I would take a picture of a doorknob.

I went out with Chris DeLaurenti. He gave me a tour of Seattle, or at least a tour of some of the bars in Seattle.

We met up with Chris's friend who's name was Newt. Chris and another friend of his had nick named themselves Frog & Toad, after the book Frog & Toad are friends. I'm not sure which one Chris is.

Chris had plans to ask his lady friend to marry him the next day.

Chris gave me a ride back to SeaTac. We got lost and Chris spoke ill of the sprawl that is SeaTac.

This is my roommate in SeaTac. His name is also Gabriel.

This is Marry. She was not my roommate.

The streets of Seattle are crawling with militiamen. This is probably due to Washington's close proximity to Montana.

We skiped out on our afternoon meetings to wander the streets of Seattle in search of...

My adventure to SeaTac

I/we recently went on a trip to SeaTac, Washington. We may have been slightly misled when we signed up for this trip, at the time we were told we would be staying in downtown Seattle, NOT one block from the air port.

I was late arriving at the van to take us up to Washington. This is only worth mentioning because the van was parked in front of my apartment.

We stopped in Cresswell, Oregon, so I could pay for my car repair.

I left my car.

Washington is a very attractive state.

This was our hotel in scenic SeaTac, Washington. The fencing on the roof is designed to deflect passing airplanes.

Our posse traveled to downtown Seattle.

The bars we found mostly all sucked.

Having been out of the city for a while I had almost forgotten about pan handlers.

Ben offered several homeless people his chapstick.

We played pool (badly) at a bar that may-have-been OR at-least-looked-like an old hotel lobby.