Last night, an interview on the Colbert Report gave me nightmares about stiletto-heeled goats exporting dust storms across the ocean from China to feed our insatiable hunger for cheap cashmere. This morning, I read that the giant dead zone off the coast of Oregon is back (with a vengance) for its sixth year. [seattletimes] On top of that, we already have the nutria and their freakish kin invading the suburbs [mb] and the Blue Angels conquering our airspace.

At this point, I think that our only hope is Samantha’s plan for hookers, loggers, and scurvy-ridden fur trappers to take over SeaFair and tip the balance slightly back in our favor.