Seattle, CatchCon, and All Kinds of Shenanigans...How Appropriate! Part 2

We tied up in Seattle at the Convention center (by we tied up, I mean the guys did work while Mystic, Carrie, and I goofed around taking pictures and leaving notes for the guys all over the place.)

Lenny and Monte on deck in between working on something or other.

and right beside us is the ol' Northwestern.

It turned out to be an absolutely beautiful day with clear skies and blue waters.

The police were out patrolling...and I just thought this was a cool picture.

There were disco people on the boat as soon as we got there. The started filming the boats, the guys and turned out to be really cool people. This is Jeff and he's awesome!

At this point, Mystic and Carrie had eaten very little so we grabbed some nosh for them and headed to Pike Place. I love Pike Place. It's always full of action, people, and unusual sites.

One of thes unusual sites greeted us the second we walked in the place. This guy is a Monk Fish...and he is ugly. Very, very, very ugly.

These are Salmon and they are delicious, very, very delicious. Not only that, but they're TROLL caught!
Here are some crab, what kind? I have no idea. They too, are very, very delicious.

The flowers are stunningly beautiful. There are just rows and rows of them. Glorious...but not very, very delicious.

I can't get over the prices of them though. $5...$5! This would cost at least $15-20 at home. Easy.

...As I review my life, and think back on the things I should have done, the things I should have been, the things I wish I'd known. I will carry this regret with me always...I should have bought those long johns. Seriously, those things are wicked hilarious. Next time I'm up that way, I'm snagging a pair of those.

I am fascinated by glass. These were beautiful. A whole tables worth.

The Troll Street Troll! Hey...do you suppose he Salmon fishes? ;)

Bats in the cave? Bullets in the gun? Gold in the Mine?


I managed to escape the grasp of the Troll St. Troll and the tales of interest will be told again soon. Next time, Wizard Mixer and more!

...How Does Your Garden Grow?

I have a black thumb. I admit it. I kill plants, I'm a horticultural nightmare...it's not that I want to be or try to be; I'm just naturally gifted at being ungifted naturally. Over the years, many a plant has met its demise through my hands. There were the ferns who ended their pathetic lives on the porch, wilted and brown. The sundry varieties of tomato plants that produced one small sickly tomato, unfit for consumption by man or beast. The Forget-Me-Nots that never grew enough to forget in the first place, scads of others...RIP. The one plant I've managed to keep alive, my forsaken little rose bush, has been through the ringer...burned, frozen, flooded, even run over by a truck! I count its survival to its own will to live, because I surely haven't been any help to it. There's a metaphor for life in there somewhere...but I think Bret Michaels already wrote about that... Despite these past forays into failure, I am however, the eternal optimist. I always imagine my future efforts will be more fruitful than futile, but seemingly

.

my delusions of grandure...i.e

are always brought back to inevitable reality...i.e


Now, my purpose for writing this isn't simply to confess my horrific crimes of floracide. It's because, yesterday, as I walked into the office, I was informed that there was half a truckload of flower bulbs for the taking in the warehouse. This is not that unusual of a circumstance actually. We often get freebies at work from various customers...here are a few in my collection: iron furniture, a fireplace mantle, umbrellas, jumper cables, 40 pairs of socks, a George Foreman Grill (knock out the fat!) and much, much more. Well, never one to pass up a bargain and always sure that the next time will yield better results, I sauntered back to the loading bay. Imagine my delight as there were literally thousands upon thousands of dollars worth of bulbs back there and people were grabbing them by the box full! Everyone scrambling to procure the finest assortment of Spring's future glory. I gathered up a fairly small box and shoved it full of tulips, daffodils, irises, hyacinth, and various other future disappointments. $200 worth of bulbs later, I was back at my desk, dreaming of trowels and miracle grow...because trust me, it'll take a miracle.

...is a baby supposed to be involved?

I suppose next comes the planting and the sooner, the better. Funny how flowers can smell so sweet while the bulbs smell...well, not so sweet. Actually, they smell rather strongly of uric acid. That's right...pee, they smell like pee. Now, I didn't discover this little secret in the large open warehouse, no, no, I didn't find this out until I let them sit in my car for a few hours while I finished out the workday...as they sat...in my car...reeking of pee...in my car. That was not a pleasant ride home. What is it though, we all suffer for beauty? Well, hopefully anyway! Come Spring, I'm hoping to update this blog with pictures of glorious flowers blooming forth in all their natural glory...but, until then, I'm not holding my breath...well, unless I'm driving.