I have an opinion

This past weekend was Seacompression - which is Seattle's version of Burningman decompression parties.
I don't know why I bother going.  I really don't.  Especially when Portland's Burnout and San Francisco's decompression parties are so...GOOD.
I understand there are dozens of volunteers that put in their time & energy in creating Seacompression - I GET IT - you don't need to lecture me on this aspect - I've thrown plenty of events in this town and in other cities as well.  But man alive...how it tends to not be...that good year after year is completely beyond me. 

Case in point:
The space - everyone knows that the hangar at Sandpoint Magnusson Park has the worst feng shui on the planet.  There's no rhyme or reason at this venue.  People are running into each other the whole event.
And who are these suspension people taking up half the hangar?  Why?  Half the time they weren't even doing anything.  
Why weren't there more stilters?  Why was the only marching band, which is one I adore, Titanium Sporkestra?  Where were some of the others?
Where were the art cars?
Also, the good folks who rent this space out to burners like to shut down EARLY. 2am?  Really?  Where ARE we?  No burner event wants to be shut down at 2am - they want to go all night...sometimes til dawn or beyond.  (thank you Hippos, for throwing an after party - the community loves you!)
The music - there are really good sounds and there are sounds that are questionable.  DJ's that are consistently good?  Michael Manahan.  Everyone else?  Uhhhh...I can't really say, b/c I inevitably leave after 5 minutes of their sets.

Seacompression is not really like the playa, despite what you might be thinking.  Maybe the costumes, but the atmosphere itself?  No way.  The playa is amazing.  Seacompression?  Not quite.

After speaking to some people that were there last nite I realized that at least 45-50% of them had never been to Burningman and never will go...which is FUCKING WEIRD to me.  If you're gonna go to a decompression event, then you need to get your ass down there so you can see for yourself what it's really like.  No amount of event attending is gonna do what being there will.  None.

I'm not saying that I don't appreciate the hard work people put into throwing Seacompression, because I do.  I just wish it were...different.  And maybe different means better.

So until then, I will continue to trek to the playa and hit other decomp parties afterwards.

Sorry Seattle, I'm gonna have to pass for now.


**and let the shit talking begin...NOW.

List style

I've been doing a lot of thinking.  And dealing with a lot of different people and issues.  In doing so, I came up with these lists.  Proceed with caution.

Things I Cannot Stand:

- intolerance.  REALLY?  This is surprising?  It shouldn't be.
- stupidity.  That pretty much speaks for itself.
- skinny jeans.  That shit should not have made a comeback.  
- people who can afford to shower, but don't. If I can smell you from across the room, you're gross.  Period.
- delusions of grandeur.  Come on.  If you don't know your subject well, you aren't fooling anyone and you look and sound like an idiot.
- denial.  See comments above.
- laziness.  Seriously.  If you can't find a job to support yourself, don't expect someone else to.  And don't try living off the state just b/c you have a bazillion kids.  You're an asshole.  A lazy one.
- women who think men should support them when they're perfectly capable of working.  You choose not to.  This is also called "laziness" and makes the rest of us women look bad.
- bad grammar.  GET A DICTIONARY AND TAKE A WRITING CLASS, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
- people who say they're soooo old at 30.  FUCK.  YOU.  You're not old.  You're gonna pay for my retirement, bitch.
- people who don't pick up their dog's shit.  Imma gonna chase you down w/ one of my little blue bags if you don't pick up after your pet.  
- infidelity.  Pretty sure I don't need to explain this.
- Sarah Palin.  'nuff said.

Things I Heart (besides my family):

- my friends.  You all have unwittingly enriched my life, and for that, I'm thankful.
- my man.  Because he loves me even when I'm a complete dork...and then some.
- Boston terriers.  The world does not have enough of these!
- Boston terriers in sweaters.  *giggles*
- rainbows.  And double rainbows too.
- tea.  100+ flavours...yesssss. 
- gouda cheese.  *swoon*
- fire.  DUH.
- boots.  All of them.  Except for ankle boots from the 80s...GO AWAY.
- movies.  Netflix is my BFF.
- Olympus Spa.  *sigh*
- liberal, open minds.  As if you didn't know this already.
- Burningman.  It's like an amusement park for people like me.
- clothing swaps.  You know I love them!  I love trading clothes w/ my friends!
- Portland.  Of course.
- riding my bike in a skirt.  I wear padded shorts underneath, but it's still so freeing.  All I need is a big sun hat & a mint julep in my hand!  Oh, and a basket w/ flowers in it.
- Mexican food.  I could eat it everyday.  But I don't.  But I could.  
- smart people.  You know why, you geeks & nerds.  It's sex-ay.
- petticoats & bustles.  Perhaps I should've lived in a Victorian era of sorts.  Hmmm...maybe not.
- music & dancing at music festivals.  I'm currently rocking out right now on Pandora and dancing in my seat.
- freedom of choice.  Of course.  Thanks Devo!


What about you?  You haz some to share?

**photo by yours truly.  B'man 2010.