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I don't normally write anything about sports, but that Seahawks-Cowboys game produced one of the most dramatic fourth-quarters I have ever seen. Here's a breakdown of what happened:

  • Matt Hasselbeck opened the quarter with an interception. Nice.
  • The Cowboys completed a field goal.
  • The Seahawks blew a first and goal from the 1.
  • At their own 2, Tony Romo threw a pass to Terry Glenn and rookie cornerback Kelly Jennings stripped the ball. The ball bounced back into the end zone and Lofa Tatupu tipped it up before it went out of bounds. Michael Boulware landed on the ball for an apparent touchdown.
  • A review showed that Tatupu had his foot just out of bounds when he tipped it, so it went down as a safety and the Cowboys punted.
  • Hasselbeck hit Jerramy Stevens streaking down the middle for a 37-yard touchdown. The two-point conversion failed, but the Seahawks led 21-20.
  • The Cowboys moved up field and appeared to be primed for a game-winning 19-yard field goal.
  • Romo fumbled a good snap. He jumped up to run with it, but Jordan Babineaux stopped him at the 2. The Seahawks win. Everyone makes fun of Romo.

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Big ups to everyone who came to the focuspoint show last night in Bellingham, especially my PRWeb peoples. I'd appreciate it if you all could mark your calendars for one of the following dates. Thanks! And the shameless self-promotions continue...

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Last night I partied with some co-workers. We were at Viceroy in Belltown and met an Israeli soldier. This guy is 23 and he's telling me he thinks Seattle nightlife is relaxed because no one carries semi-automatic weapons into the clubs. I had to agree with him.

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I'm getting tired of Regina Spektor. It's not the popular thing to say, but it's the right thing to say.

At first, I didn't mind her. I figured, "Great. Here's some new pop music that can sit aside Fiona Apple and Bjork and give women, gays and guys who wear tight jeans, scarves and boots something new to put on their iPods." Her target audience is easier to define than the goth-emo crowd that worships My Chemical Romance.

But now I'm sick of it. She's overrated. Her music is like that modern art painting you buy because it's different and cool at the time. You hang it up on the wall and look at it, but don't understand it. You never will and will probably regret that you bought it when it's out of style and still unexplained years later. You later trade it at a swap meet for a touch-lamp and a Shawn Kemp bobble-head.

Her lyrics are mostly ambiguous, the kind that draw in people who savor horoscopes. Listeners read into her lyrics for a deeper meaning, an explanation, and are satisfied creating personal interpretations -- when the actual lyrical meanings are something close to the product description on the back of a shampoo bottle.

Regina Spektor is surely talented, but no one knows how to classify her artsy music, so she's everywhere she shouldn't be -- the true source of my frustration. I expect my eccentric roommates, KaMoos, to play it in the house because they're pseudo-Bellingham-hippies. I expect colorful KEXP to play it.

But I literally threw up a little bit in my mouth when I heard it on 107.7 The End before "Smells Like Teen Spirit." Moses, chalk up another commandment: Thou shall not play Regina Spektor in any sequence that includes Nirvana or similar artists. I want to make tracks off Nirvana's "MTV Unplugged" album an exception, but that's still a stretch.

I've heard Regina Spektor on the 107.7 several times now, and I'm not exaggerating when I say that each time the station plays one of her songs the DJ puts a caller on the air who complains about it. I've never heard such negative reaction. In the last instance, the caller said, "If you keep playing that crap, you're going to make the Seahawks lose on Saturday." That's a serious threat. I don't know if the DJs keep playing her tracks because they actually like the music, or because they like toying with their listeners.

It's time to put Regina Spektor in her place: in between Fiona Apple and Jewel for now, and in the car, on your way to the swap meet, in a few years.