Nov 12, 2008
While volunteering at my favorite space travel supply company this evening, I met a Mr. Christopher Frizzelle, who you probably won't recognize from Seattle Notables. For those of you new to the scene, Seattle Notables 'celebrates notability in Seattle', which to some (like this writer) looks like not-ability. I think we can all agree that Mr. Frizzelle's not-abilities far outweigh his actual abilities, as evidenced by his editorial job over at Thank God It's Not the Weekly, or in other words, The Stranger. I joke, of course. Meeting him tonight was a small, cheap thrill--a real Seattle Notable! (again, joking)--in part because of his undeniable frickability (my girlfriends would say "yummy!", while I would go NOM NOM), and also because he reminded me of two important things:
1. I like unicorns and snacks, and someday hope to make those two magical things one tasty reality. He was magical, in a way, and tasty in others. If Christopher Frizzelle was a snack, he'd be a really white, really nice, intellectual treat. I, however, would be a messy, chocolate, misshapen thing that melts right away and wastes your money, which is really more an accurate description of my current personality.
2. I've re-committed myself to a possible future threesome with Lindy West and Sarah Vowell. No, I don't know these women. But now that I'm completely without goals and lacking direction, a threesome with these two writing heroes/total strangers/probable heterosexuals has taken full priority. YES WE CAN. (Well, not in California.)
(Sidenote: he was also quite nice, for an editor.)
I hope you'll join us this weekend in what seems like a pointless, downhill march against inequality in another state that I don't even like, but is actually a march for the equality of people everywhere. I say, allow the gays every right to feel as miserable as I did after my divorce--it's only fair. Gay people are the new blacks! Emancipate, bitches!
[RADWORDS]: CHRISTOPHER FRIZZELLE, LINDY WEST, SARAH VOWELL, THE STRANGER, 826SEATTLE