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onefinemess | January 27, 2009

local recordstore is getting snooty when they fail to list Bruce Springsteen’s new album on their new releases list.  Because, you know, he doesn’t have many fans left, probably won’t sell many records, or whatever.  They had Franz Ferdinand and some other random indie band on the list for today.
As of today (27th) the new [...]

“wreck that meatbox!” or “they have a black section and a white section”

onefinemess | May 17, 2008

So we met some friends of ours (hi Webers), and friends of theirs (hi Jason & Dirk) at the Soapbox, err Saucebook, Saucebox. Whatever. That’s right – we took our baby into a bar. And rocked that shit. Married couples & wobblers can still party. Oh yes we can.
OK, so [...]

stuff I don’t like #5: fake-and-bakers

onefinemess | April 22, 2008

Fake tans. I can’t stand them.
There are lots of places to get fake tans in the Portland area. Because, you know, you won’t stand out at all in a city where THERE IS NO SUN 9+ months a year you have no sun. Here’s some random info about the history of sunless [...]

stuff I don’t like #4: all the urchins near Pioneer Square

onefinemess | April 12, 2008

Jesus.
H. (P.?)
Christ.
Those kids are annoying.
A few weeks ago I was walking somewhere to find some food on my lunchbreak, and one of them turns around and starts pissing. He’s standing on the sidewalk, right behind a hotdog or some other bullshit vendor. Right on the side of the fucking courthouse. Or [...]

The Portland Flowergirl Mafia

onefinemess | October 31, 2007

Ok, so I got to get out of the office a little bit today. I headed over (on foot style) to the Nordstroms over by whatever …Pioneer Square? The square downtown that’s always surrounded by an interesting mix of crazy homeless beggars, overly affluent midday shoppers, and 8-5 type folks on their lunch [...]

Quick Robin! To the adult store! But which one Batman? WHICH ONE????

onefinemess | January 23, 2005

OK, so I am amused beyond all reasoning at the number of adult stores, peep shows and “exotic dance” buildings (I call them buildings and not clubs because they are often tiny one-room looking square buildings) up here. I mean, I like beating the meat as much as the next guy but, seriously if I [...]