As a species, we tend to regard animals with fondness, or at the very least, with concern. We lavish attention on them, keep them in our homes, in zoos, in protected parks and wilderness preserves. We care about them. Most of them, anyhow. The human tendency to care about animals is largely predicated on how cute or human-like we find them to be. People do not really fancy things which are ugly, or care about them for the most part, unless they are especially tasty. A lot of people do not like snakes, for example. They're not cuddly or fuzzy or human-like. I keep snakes, but I am an outlier case. Putting this into perspective, let us take a look at some of nature's most butt-ugly creatures, and you tell me if they'd be welcome at your dinner table. We're not counting insects or arachnids, as that'd be too easy...

Earlier this year, I shared some information on how far a certain budget could take you in the PNW. It turns out that the variation was wide-ranging based on location, but it was typically situated next to either a demolished lot with a cardboard box that you probably don't own, a boat with a "flat roof" as its main square footage, or an adorable bungalow…in Tacoma. I thought I might throw in some updates and fun facts I've learned while actively house hunting here. It's been eye-opening, that's for sure...

In March of last year, We Are Everywhere, a film by Areem Rose, was screened at Clinton Street Theater. One year later, Rose, along with Cloud Stokely and Nikki Lev, began discussing the idea of hosting "We Are Everywhere Fest," a film and art festival that also featured a pole competition. The film, like the festival, is made by sex workers for sex workers...

Sibling rivalry is no match for sibling love. Or millions of dollars (or gold doubloons or tea bags or whatever the fuck they use in England). With Oasis's triumphant return to the stage, these mouthy, drunken mancs have once again disproven the boomers' constant and obnoxious refrain of "rock is dead." Rock is not dead, nor has it ever died, shit just changes, and you're old...