In 1990 I met the captain of David Copperfield’s dance team. She was shopping for atmospheric music to back up the boss’ vanishing-widget shtick, and I volunteered to make him a tape.

In my day, the web was small. It wasn’t even a billion pages yet. You could surf the entire thing in under a hundred years. And it was a kinder, more homey place; you knew all your neighbors.

For a number of years, my favorite shoes were a pair of slip-on Vans. These were not just your average Spicoli-styled Vans, but leopard-print cowhide Vans. They, um, attracted attention.

Cloris Leachman appeared in my dreams last night. I’m always happy to see her, and heaven knows she deserves as many roles as she can get.

What do deer hunting and airport ground crews have in common? Only the most obnoxious color in the spectrum.

I have merged all the sales emails I have received in the last month into one super email which is guaranteed to sell your product. Use it wisely.

Seattle Public Library is always in need of operating and procurement funds, but rarely more than now. Use of the libraries is way up, and capital is way, way down.

“The Nightmare Before Christmas,” the stop-motion animated movie, is wonderful. “Haunted Mansion Holiday,” the Disneyland semi-attraction based on the movie, is the precise opposite.

What I especially like about “Fringe,” beyond its general brilliance, is that the female characters have agency — their own strength and intelligence.

If suburbia is so horrible, why do most people now live there? The Arcade Fire doesn’t answer the question, so I’ll give it a shot.