My Big, Fat Seattle Trip

Now that's a skyline.



That's taken from the ferry out to Bainbridge Island which was actually pretty much the last thing I did out there in terms of touristy stuff. However, it's strangely as good a place to start as any.

In Seattle, I stayed with friends in the Peoples Free Republic of Ballard. From what I gather, Ballard was gradually annexed by the city. Periodically, there'll be uprisings to restore it's sovereignty. Here is all that's left of their town hall after it was sacked and burned by espresso-mad Seattlers...Seattlings...Seattlites...Whatever. Anyways, it's Ballard. Near here, I drank vodka while eating eggs with old timers.



Did you know that Seattle has a Sky Needle? They use it for all their cloud knitting needs.



You may also be interested to know that standing under it and taking a picture is a really excellent way to drop a camera and break it.

After a quick trip to the camera store...

Holy shit! It's fucking Lenin!



And he's being rained on and he deserves it the commie bastard!

Rain by the way, makes Geoff beard-y...



Katie blurry...



And me sinistery-y.



Here is a troll. He eats children. Look out little girl!



Every day, the long suffering, oppressed citizens of Seattle are compelled by fiat to stand in the rain at an open air market and look picturesque.



While they are there, they must contend with the taunts of vicious overseers who hurl fish about with no regard for safety or basic hygiene.



And they're some big goddamn fish, too!



If...if...they survive the fish flinging, they are given some flowers for sustenance,



And permitted into a room made entirely of magical cheese!



The cheese by the way, provides its own light.

This seagull was an asshole.



From this black tower, the Demon Lords of Amazon plot the conquest of your soul...



While Mt. Rainier looms amongst the clouds...



And finally, this is pretty much what everybody takes a picture of sooner or later.



Other than that, didn't really do much except wander around and drink. I did watch football with a man from New Zealand. We discussed their hobbit infestation. They might be worse than stinkbugs.