Snort of Plenty
Here's a surpriser: over at the Haus, I've got a Longform up on why last night's lottery delivered the NBA.
Oh, and since it's all I can think about today: anyone in Seattle with good writing connections, get at the company gmail. If The Stranger needs someone to cover the Kevin Durant beat, I'll offer my services plus my life savings.
Finally, the Recluse and I have just determined that we both picture the father from Fraser whenever Simmons mentions his pops.
EDIT: I totally forgot that the lottery worked that way, and then denied having ever known it because that would be less embarrassing than having misplaced this knowledge. I think. If you didn't read this post before this edit, don't ask questions.