taswell

So, I'm in Seattle. They put me up at The W, which seems like some faux-hipster version of the hyatt.

Today has been riddled with a series of bizarre encounters and experiences.

I got to listen to some LA dick talk on his cell phone about getting the hosting gig for Junkyard Wars while our driver tried to figure out how to get to the hotel.

I saw three big-time wrestlers start a cypher backstage, and surprisingly, they had some pretty decent flow.

I got to stand in the concession area at seahawk stadium with a couple hundred smelly, insane wrestling fans. Their rabid lust for being there combined with my total apathy for the whole event just made things even more crazy.

I'm in Seattle for two more days, with a minimal amount of actual work-related shit to handle. Any suggestions on rad ways to kill time in Jet City?

Also, I'd like to add that some people are taking themselves waaaaaaay too seriously here. Left, right, middle, who cares? It's easy to spout dogmatic bullshit, whatever the angle may be, but we're all here for a common purpouse, people. Hot, naked girls. If we can't put aside our rigid belief systems for the sake of hot sex, then the terrorists have already won.