Recent Stories with tag pussy room

We have Paul Swortz, from The SunBreak Flickr photo pool, to thank for this eye candy.

Let's begin with the week in technology: RealNetworks' CEO Rob Glaser stepped down suddenly; TechFlash owned the story, and has a "What they're saying" round-up.

Microsoft made the Google v. China news twice: The hackers exploited an Internet Explorer flaw and then Microsoft's Steve Ballmer said he "didn't get" what all the fuss was about. (In one sense, there's no arguing with that statement: there is absolutely nothing out of the ordinary about hackers tunneling in through IE.)

Zillow is third in real estate websites, and Redfin surged into the top 20, at 18. The "Baby Einstein" people are suing the UW researchers who noticed a distinct lack of Einsteins so far.

On the political front, Mayor McGinn announced he'll try to speed up the Alaskan Way seawall replacement, and the governor said (I'm paraphrasing): That's nice, dear, we're still building a tunnel. The City Council--who'd earlier announced publicly they didn't trust the Mayor--were miffed at not being properly notified. This is the same City Council who unanimously approved the "blank check" Viaduct replacement plan that leaves Seattle taxpayers on the hook for all cost overruns.

In transportation news, a bunch of people took off their pants and rode the light rail. You can still get a free ORCA card (until March 1) thanks to an extension. 330,000 cards have been handed out so far. The Seattle Times properly raps Sound Transit for making the elderly and disabled wait in long lines to get their ORCA card--Seattlest mentioned what a hassle it is last July.... (more)

Tuesday night just past seven, I wandered into Ballard's Copper Gate, a 64-year-old Scandinavian bar on 24th Avenue NW. I'm no doubt late to this, but the Copper Gate's an odd but incredibly charming place: immaculate and well-lit, with a copper-topped bar built into a replica of a Viking boat, the relaxed, mostly middle-aged crowd of diners sat sipping wine and eating Scandinavian classics, surrounded by classy erotica. The walls are covered in places with vintage nudes and tame fetish shots that are somehow sexy but not dirty. It turns out that when new owners took over several years ago, they found the former owner's wife's stash of pictures, and took that as inspiration. A painting of a pretty young lass on the main wall, I was told by a helpful bar manager, has been there since the bar opened, and is supposedly the erotica-collecting woman herself back in the day.

The point is, as pretty much everyone who's written about it has noted, the Copper Gate, for all the naked ladies, is still the sort of place you could take your grandma (and I'm pretty sure there was one there). And much like the main bar, "the Pussy Room" in back is not nearly so dirty as it sounds. That said, you get to it by walking through a narrow, rounded passage painted deep red that leads to a room blocked off by red velvet curtains. Ahem. Pussy Room, indeed!... (more)