Westside-O-Rama West Seattle Entertainment Guide

Entertainment and Venue listings

Admiral Theater
2343 California Ave. S.W.
Movie tickets $5.50

Fri, Aug 22 - Thu, Aug 28

Earth to Echo (PG)
Fri - Thu: 4:05 PM

Transformers: Age of Extinction (PG-13)
Fri - Thu: 1:00, 7:30

Maleficent (PG)
Fri - Thu: (1:20), (3:40), 6:30, 8:40

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (R)
Sat: 11:59 PM

On Tuesday, we celebrate Seniors (over 60) with one dollar off all day, $4.75. 
Tickets available at http://www.farawayentertainment.com/admiral.html


September 11 - October 5, 2014
Seattle Premiere, 2010 Olivier Award Winner

The Mountaintop

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Pat's View: Labor Day

By Pat Cashman

I just mailed out the last of my Labor Day cards yesterday. If Hallmark sells Labor Day cards, I’ve never seen them---so this was a job I had to myself. It was hard work, but isn’t that point of a Labor Day card?
A friend helped me do the artwork and the printing, but the wordsmithing was mine:
To an exotic dancer: “Happy Labor Day! Work it, girl!”
To a mom: “Thanks for having 13 hours of it following 9 months of pregnancy!”

To Mrs. Olson, a grade school spelling teacher: “Happy Layber Day!” That ought to drive her sufficiently nuts.

While Labor Day has been a big deal holiday in this country for well over a hundred years, it doesn’t seem altogether inclusive because it leaves a lot of people out. I mean, while the idea of the Labor Day weekend is to honor working people, what about everyone else?

Shouldn’t there also be “Indolence Day”---a holiday saluting the idle, listless and slothful who live here too? Like newspaper columnists, for example.

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Scott's View: The Organic Dog Ranch

By Scott Anthony

Here at the Organic Dog Ranch, Mrs. Anthony is known around the house as ‘The Punisher’. It’s not because she slaps my hand when I reach for a forth cookie from the jar, but for her brutal nature with exercise machines. As for me, I usually claim that the carpentry work I do is what keeps me toned up, but mostly, just pushing 50 is enough exercise for me. When The Punisher slips into her lycra leotard, the sweet, demure little thing I married turns into an Olympic Triathlete. Aerobic rider, the Roman chair, a universal mini-gym, stair stepper, exercise bike, free weights, a cabinet full of tapes with names like ‘Taebo Billy’ ‘Killer Abs in 30 Days’ and ‘Buns of Platinum’, when it comes to exercise equipment, we have almost all of it now, but over the years, there has been some attrition. It began innocently enough. A cast-off stationary bike at a garage sale. She broke it in two months. Bent the pedals right off of it. We upgraded to a newer, store-bought bike. This one lasted a year before she ripped the straps off the tops of the pedals. Then there was the Aerobic rider we got as a gift from the folks. She wore the rubber wheel down in a few months, rubber shavings all over the floor. The folks gave us their own, matching unit and Mrs. A rode that one until it squeaked so badly the neighbors called to ask if we’re raising ostriches. So I was used to the pattern when, while reading the Sunday paper, she said brightly, ‘Here’s a good deal on an Elliptical Rider.’

I had no idea what this was, except that I would soon be lugging it into the house. Out driving through town last week, Mrs. A slapped me on the arm, saying, “Pull in here!” The sign said, ‘Home Fitness Outlet’ and it’s right on Pac Highway across from the storage place. Through the big windows, you can see a lot of the equipment from the street and this, apparently, is like candy to Mrs. Anthony.

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