It’s been said, often by me personally, that the TV show “Friends” killed the American city.
Decades of white flight left inner-urban areas relatively diverse and downright affordable. Then, ‘Friends’ gained an audience, and before you knew it, there was a coffee shop on every street corner, and every other rental ad touted its proximity to nearby coffee shops, if it didn’t simply mention the TV show by name. I actually saw scores of ads that looked something like this:
“3br, 2ba, close to nightlife & coffee shops. Great for roommates. It’s just like Friends!”
For the urban working-class,
Continue reading Starbucks Reserve Roastery & Tasting Room … wait … what?
Oh no, my friends.
What you are looking at is not a Pussy Destroyer.
What you currently have fixated within your gaze …
Is a Pussy Obliterator.
Once those fine-ass threads hit the floor, it’s all over.
Boom, bap, poof, it’s gone.
“Where’d my baby-maker go?”, you’ll wonder, but it will be too late. All that will be left for you to do, is pick up the phone, call your mother, and say “Sorry, Mom, but you’ll never be a grandmother like I promised … I’ve been the victim of the Pussy Obliterator”.
You have been warned.
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How small must his heart be to steal power from Christmas lights?
That’s right, homelice here was out of power for his phone/mp3 player, so he stopped to charge it from an outlet on the Christmas lights.
Is nothing sacred?
Does the spirit of Christmas mean nothing any more?
We’re supposed to be giving this time of year, not taking, yet here this guy is, taking power away from the people. That money could be used to buy enemas for baby kittens or some shit, but does he care?
Not at all.
Fine, we’re talking pennies in power here,
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Still loved after all these years, eh fellas?
This sign has been taped to a pole in the 8th & Olive/Howell triangle for about 2 weeks now.
Alas, the annual Figgy Pudding Festival, highest holy day on the White Bourgeoisie calendar, went off on Friday without a hitch. Cops were everywhere, and there was not a single, solitary mohawk in sight. Woo-Hoo!
Why is Figgy Pudding so special to upper-middle-class whites and the upper-middle-class whites at heart (Asian girls I’m looking at you)?
Are you kidding?
Singing Christmas carols, on the downtown streets of a major city, to benefit the homeless, while the homeless are kept far, far away?
We’re talking urban adventure without the risk, an audience of thousands watching you sing like Whitney, and
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Word on the street has it that, once it was pointed out to him that homeless and elderly people were slightly stronger, and thus slightly better able to defend themselves, than a children’s choir … Mo Better Blues Hawk wanted nothing to do with tonight’s event.
I’d say it was a solid decision.
Well done, toddlers.
Figgy Pudding in Westlake Center
It could not have possibly been more clear.
Lest anyone have a shred of doubt about the sincerity of Seattle’s Ferguson Protestors, that doubt no longer exists. The “leader” of the group has finally admitted what the rest of us knew all along.
“We don’t care.”
Tonight, the annual Figgy Pudding fundraiser will take place in and around Westlake Center, and true to self-centered, “screw the poor, it’s all about me and my affluent friends” form, Fauxhawk and his band of Merry Suburbanites are having another playdate.
Organizers of a longtime holiday tradition in downtown
Continue reading Seattle Protestors Finally Confess: We Don’t Care About Anyone But Ourselves
Westlake Center is to Seattle what Rockefeller Center is to New York City, and as you might imagine, the Westlake Tree is our version of the Rock Center Tree.
Of course, ours is far nicer, given that it’s located in Seattle. Say what you will, but I can’t imagine a few extra feet of tree compensating for the fact that you’re not in the nation’s greatest city. In fact, the only thing I would say that NYC has over Seattle, is that it has fewer New Yorkers. Ever since Hipster Number One discovered Brooklyn, natives have been leaving
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Child Bullying, minority displacing, priapism curing, emotionally-stunted, psychopathic, pathetic cowards on the lookout for grown-ups or anyone who might be able to fight back.
You know, I’ve taken on the local protest groups quite a bit in the pages of my blog, but I’ve always done so as a protestor myself, and there’s always been at least some element of tongue-in-cheek expression in my opposition. Despite my criticism of their sincerity, I’ve always maintained some level of hope that I was wrong about them, and I’ve always felt a tiny bit of, even if it is not always palpable,
Continue reading A Cowardly Christmas Spawns a Wake-up Call
Oh, and they also simplify business banking.
I ran across this poster on 5th Avenue last week, and it really piqued my curiosity.
See, I don’t know why one would want to run through Gas Works Park, kicking the shit out of Canadian Geese.
Hold on …
Wait a minute …
Wait just a minute …
Yes I do …
Yes I do know why one would would want to do such a thing …
Remember this from a couple of years back?
It’s settled, then.
I’m opening an account at Sound Community
Continue reading Sound Community Bank Helps You Kick the Shit Out of Geese
I thought this video was appropriate for the occasion.
God Bless Us Everyone.
Hey Dave, thanks a lot.
Thanks for selling tickets to a surprise show at 3pm on a workday.
As a 45 year-old dude with a lot of non-famous friends, one would think you’d be wise to the realities of the post-great-recession American man. You know, those tragically unhip hate-targets who bust their asses to support families, and probably represent far more of your fanbase than the current crop of staycation Seattleites, doggy daddies, trust funders, and perpetual students.
Despite this, they’re not even worthy of a fair shot at a couple of show tickets?
Well, alright then. I guess
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They’re bored as hell, and they’re not going to take it any more!
Believe it or not, I had to work today.
Yes, yes, I know, I know, working is sooooo proletariat, and therefore so un-nuevo-Seattle, but somebody’s gotta do it. If the economy collapses, the trust fund checks stop, and then the outraged class will really have something to complain about.
As I made my way back to the office from lunch, I got caught in the trust-fund social event as it made its way from Westlake Park to the U.S. Courthouse.
Folks, do you know what an organized,
Continue reading Seattle’s Ferguson Social Parade
Meet Pike Street’s newest grill. And bar.
Masala Grill & Bar will soon open at Pike & 9th, and they promise to offer a cuisine few people have sampled.
I was going to speculate about how their new sign could have been made without anyone … without a single person … catching the obvious misspelling of our country’s name.
For once, however, I have nothing.
Same street, same day, one block apart, one blink and you can’t tell which is which.
The fate of kids and canines look remarkably similar these days. Both species wistfully gaze out of the street-level glass cages in which they are dropped off each morning, eagerly awaiting the return of the human who calls itself “mommy” or “daddy”.
It begs the question … have we begun treating dogs like kids, or kids like dogs?
“What’s the difference?”, most Generation Y’ers would ask, and that’s where scenes like those above start making perfect sense.
When an entire generation equates pet
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Portland. A place so pretentious, that people come to Seattle for authenticity.
Portland used to be cool. Then, as the wage gap widened over the past decade, the offspring of the wealthy moved in, kicked the cool out, and before you knew it, the town was flooded with vinegar and water.
Now, you can’t walk down a Portland street without being beaten over the head by manufactured quirkiness.
“Look everyone, that guy is riding a unicycle, isn’t he quirky?”
“Look everyone, that girl has a donut-sized ear piercing, isn’t she quirky?”
Call me crazy, but Portland was way more quirky
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So, like, the HOV motorcycle cop is there every morning now, and every morning, he catches a metric assload of HOV violators. He nabbed six at one time this morning (pictured above).
“But how could this be?”, you ask, “You already warned us about this cop.”
Well, Believe it or not, there are a few dozen people in the Seattle area who don’t read Seattle Rex.
And they are paying very dearly for their stupidity.
If you run across one of these people, feel free to ridicule them. They deserve it.
Continue reading Six People Who Wish They Read Seattle Rex
I took a few monorail shots this weekend. Some of them are on this page. Some of them aren’t. Here are the ones that are.
Trains are buses for white people.
Monorails are trains for tourists.
Cutting right through the heart of Belltown and Midtown, as tourist’s trains go, Seattle’s is by far the coolest in the world.
At $2.25 each way, with no round-trip discount, it’s also the most profitable.
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Hilton’s latest property has been illuminated on the corner of 8th & Pine.
I don’t want to say that it looks out of place, but, well, judge for yourself. Keep in mind that this is the bottom few floors of a 500′-ish, 40+ floor tower.
Honestly, it doesn’t look bad … I’ve walked past it the past few evenings, and it’s growing on me. Dare I say, it even looks pretty cool. Located across the street from the historic Paramount Theater, however, it just looks out of place.
The price of progress I guess.
Continue reading Planet Hollywood Comes to Seattle
I’m happy to report that the First Annual Super Seattle Halloween Fun Night was a rousing success. It was so successful, in fact, that the organizers have decided to host a Super Seattle Halloween Fun Night each and every year, at the same exact place, 3928 1st Avenue S, Seattle WA 98134.
To those of you arriving by search engine over the next 12 months, let me ask you a question … don’t these pictures look fun?
Of course they look fun! Fun is what Super Seattle Halloween Fun Night is all about.
If you missed SSHFN this year, you have a good excuse.
Continue reading Scenes From Super Seattle Halloween Fun Night 2014
What the fuck did I just see?
What the fuck did I just see?
What the fuck did I just see?
What the fuck was that?
What the fuck was that?
What the fuck was that supposed to be?
What the fuck was that?
It was like, a 3-headed gila monster or something.
It was like some three-headed creature from the depths of hell. It had three heads, and they were all weird. Like, bad-acid-at-work weird. Like getting a random erection while watching Pokemon weird. Like, stoned and suddenly having to poop, but
Continue reading Dear Sweet Leaping Mother of Jesus the Jew
Well, you won.
Initiative 594, the one that requires mostly-proletariat gun owners to register with the ruling-class. With overwhelming support coming from our wealthiest, most highly-educated districts, passed in the State of Washington 60% to 40%.
Nearly all rich Washingtonians voted in favor, but why did so many out-of-state multi-millionaires support Washington Bill I-594, though? Didn’t they spend an awful lot of money to influence legislation in a state they don’t even live in? Why would they do such a thing?
Do they really just care that much about the safety of the common man?
The answer, is
Continue reading Washington Initiative 594: A Rare Win for the Wealthy
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Seattle could easily be the richest city in the world. Since everyone more or less agrees that we have the world’s worst drivers, and since they’re not leaving anytime soon, all we’d ever need revenue-wise, is to ticket said shitty drivers.
It would be like printing money.
Let me say that again.
IT WOULD LITERALLY BE LIKE PRINTING MONEY!
Well, somebody in City Hall must have heard me, because for the past week, local law enforcement agencies have been on a mission. Everywhere I look, cops are pulling
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From a musical perspective, I’ve lived through interesting times. Although I was but a child during some of them, I’ve been alive to witness the birth, or early years at the very least, of such diverse genres as heavy metal, progressive rock, funk, glam, disco, punk, hardcore punk, hip-hop, new wave, electronic, house, dubstep, trip-hop, noise/grunge/alternative, and whatever the fuck the last 15 years have given us (shit?).
I’ve witnessed the rise of a few of these genres first-hand, most notably hip-hop, hardcore punk, alt/”grunge”, and a regional music genre known as “Go-Go”. The latter is a genre which
Continue reading Breakin’, Boogaloo Shrimp, White People, and Hip-Hop History at EMP
Kids of all ages stay for free @ 3928 1ST AVENUE S, SEATTLE WA 98134
You know, it can suck being the most popular blogger on the Internet.
Okay, the most popular blogger in Seattle.
Alright, the most popular blogger named Rex in Seattle.
Fine, the most popular blogger named Rex in Seattle who routinely nails your mother doggy-style while drinking the boiled urine of a three-toed sloth.
Even though I’m not Mr. Popularity (probably because I claim to fuck everyone’s mother all the time), millions of people annually still find their way to my website for one reason
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What is that?
That thing over there …
See it? Do you see it?
Right there, that thing in the water …
It’s a white woman on a surf board striking some strange look-at-me-no-don’t-look-at-me-you-creep-no-really-look-at-me pose …
Wait … is it, could it be … oh my God, it is, I can’t believe my eyes …
It’s a quirky white girl! In Seattle no less! IT’S A QUIRKY WHITE GIRL IN SEATTLE! And I actually have my camera on me! Can you believe my luck?!!
While this may not sound like a big deal, a little perspective in
Continue reading A Rare Quirky White Girl Sighting
On June 10th, 2013, I posted the following:
Since that time, graffiti has appeared all over Seattle with the following message:
Maybe, but the timing of it all is a little odd. There is an older cat meme with the phrase, but I can’t find another example in search engines using: “can’t have nice things” +graffiti .
Perhaps it’s the same kind of “coincidence” as the tourism bureau’s “Only in Seattle” campaign that was borne after I’d spent a month titling posts with that line, or the local news outrage over the new parking meter failures,
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“You won’t walk right for days. We guarantee it.”
Pictured here is another satisfied customer. If you know what I mean.