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WordPress? Check. Template? Check. Half-Marathon? Check.

Huh?

Well, now that our move to a friendlier hosting company (Yeah! Dreamhost), I've moved on to the next
challenge. The Seattle Half-Marathon!

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Please pardon the cramped quarters for a while. We've had to move to temporary housing on blogspot in preparation for digittante's move to another platform.

So if you're feeling squeezed by the loss of columns 1 and 3, then consider this a nostalgic return to our original single-column layout.

Click away, and rest assured we'll be back in time for our 10th anniversary next month!

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*****BEGIN TRANSMISSION: BSG-S4 & EVENTS UPDATE*****
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REPORT FOR ALL HANDS: NO CLASSIFIED DATA
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA SEASON 4 CALL SIGN DESIGNATED “BSG-S4”
CONFIRMED INTEL INCLUDES:
  • BSG-S4 TRANSMISSION BEGINS APRIL 2008 ON CHANNEL SCI-FI
  • BSG-S4 PREVIEW MOVIE “RAZOR” BEGINS 9PM NOV 24 ON CHANNEL SCI-FI
  • BSG-S4 “RAZOR”-RECON PARTY BEGINS 8PM NOV 24 STATION “YOUR HOUSE”
  • BSG-S4 “RAZOR” ADVANCED SNEAK VIEWING NOV 12: REGISTER FREE
  • 7-PART SHORT FILM “RAZOR: FLASHBACK” EXPLORES ADAMA’S START AS A VIPER PILOT DURING THE FIRST CYLON WAR 40 YEARS AGO:
    • Part 1: Adama prepares for his first flight as a commissioned Viper pilot
    • Part 2: Adama flies his first mission: defending the Battlestar Columbia from Cylon attack
    • Part 3: Adama’s Viper attacked head on by Cylon Raiders
    • Part 4: Adama’s Viper destroyed over an icy Cylon-controlled planet
    • Part 5: pending
    • Part 6:pending
    • Part 7: pending

  • COLONIAL VOLUNTEERS NEEDED FOR “RAZOR”-RECON PARTY, RSVP THIS CHANNEL

SO SAY WE ALL!

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I watched Neil Young brings the WAMU Theatre down Tuesday night with two sets, one acoustic and one oh-so electric. The Seattle Times picks up the tune from the bridge when:

..anarchy broke out, three songs into the second of his two sets (the electric one), with fans spilling down in droves to the front of the stage, where they happily danced the night away...

I was among those clamoring for a closer spot than my $80 back-bench ticket would allow. It was certainly no anarchy, just a polite Pacific NorthWest stage-rush down the aisle. The ushers cleared it within minutes.

My heartfelt thanks to generous Row 8 ticket holders who paid $250 a piece and still let me in when the ushers swept by. What a show!

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The interns have stormed HQ, and the lawyers are assembling. The bankruptcy court mandated we work with a 'healer'. She's suggested a wilderness retreat to build trust among the staff. So until the power-sharing agreement is worked out, just imagine we're all swinging from trees and getting to know one another 'really'.

We're still committed to exploring all the ways one can express themselves creatively electronically (i.e. that's why we call this 'digittante').

So in between the nailbed and the barefoot firepit, we'll be Twittering

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I spent the afternoon fetching props for 14/48: a bullhorn, batteries, rubbing alcohol (to clean the Burning Man ash from the Bullhorn), cherry slushee, an old fashined shaving kit, and beer bottles (that had to be emptied...somehow...). At showtime, I sat behind the row of writers in the almost-full house, and spent two solid hours laughing my kidneys out watching 7 ten-minute plays around the theme of 'power vacuum'.

Props to Sarah Rudinoff for her billionaires-in-jail play "The Big House", in which Tina LaPadula, playing a bored guard, torments two caviar-starved executive prisoners by shouting "Give me my bonus BITCH!"

Becky Hellyer's hilarious three-man play "Porn" brought us the anguish of guys outside a 7-11 desperately trying to spin up their nerve to go inside and buy a porn magazine. A classic suburban trope with a twist: these weren't teenagers but divorced dads. "I can't buy a porn magazine from a guy who lives down the street! What if we see each other mowing the lawn at the same time?"

Keri Healey's play "Jimmy Juarez' Brazilian Facial Parlor and Taqueria" explored the existence of heaven through a lost traveller, played by Mark Diaz, looking for Death Valley but who finds a "service oriented" joint instead. Funniest scene of the night was Diaz, reclining in a salon chair, marguerita in hand, with Jennifer Pratt's head in his lap and Julie Briskman massaging his scalp. "Man, I must have died and gone to some wierd fucking kind of heaven," he says. But then realising the truth in his own words, he sits up and shouts "Blowjobs aren't free..."

I'm headed back today for another long afternoon of fetching random objects from the 99cent Store, and eager to see what Wayne Rawley, Bret Fetzer, Carl, Sander, Greg Loughridge, and the rest of the crew have dreamed up for tonight's show. Tonight's theme, chosen by an audience member last night, is 'forbidden fruit'. Rudinoff's already whet my appetite, emailing this morning that her play is about an organic cannibal.