THE DAILY WORD
Learn it, use it, spell it

Repletion \rih-PLEE-shun\, noun:
1. The condition of being completely filled or supplied.
2. Excessive fullness, as from overeating.

USAGE EXAMPLE: Somewhere in between the grande nachos and mozzarella cheese sticks Bobble Tiki reached repletion, but that didn’t stop him. A few chicken strips, a couple handfuls of kettle chips, and three beers later, Bobble Tiki wished it would have.

THE MORNING NEWS

LAKEWOOD: Turf war?

LAKEWOOD: Watch out for the pudding!

SCIENCE!: Volcano can destroy your tan.

CARDS: Go Fish leads to murder.

HUSTLER OF CULTURE
You can stand atop the mountain and scream your naked desires to the universe or shed that synapse epilepsy and hug the South Sound today with your fellow man:

MUSIC: While the Olympic Club in Centralia is well outside Bobble Tiki’s typical comfort zone, it is a venue worth mentioning.  It’s a McMenamins’ joint, much like the Spar in Olympia now is, meaning the Olympic Club boasts a number of tasty McMenamins’ microbrews as well as a carefully crafted atmosphere built on keeping the building’s history alive and marketable. Once upon a time the Olympic Club was a prohibition bastion for bootleggers. Much like back then, today the Olympic Club is a pretty cool place to kick it. With the Colin Spring Band playing the club tonight, Centralia may be the place to be.

Probably not, but it’s at least a lot closer than it usually is.

MORE MUSIC: What's on tonight.

EVENTS: Check out area haunted houses.

DRINK: Silent but deadly.

Please be Bobble Tiki’s friend here.

Breakfast with Bobble Tiki runs Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays.  Deal with it.

Dropped in on the Spirit Halloween Superstore last night. It was filled with parents and their children, who were gleefully exposed to the most frightening collection of violent, disgusting and generally traumatic fictional imagery ever collected in one place.

Apparently, like visits with Santa, children are dragged literally kicking and screaming into the store, paralyzed with terror, to get dressed up by their insane parents like little dolls. What was more disturbing were the kids who appeared to feel right at home surrounded by polyurethane heads on pikes, giant rubber rats and all sorts of dismembered humanoids.

I'm not a prude or anything, but that sucks. The only saving grace was the bad ass little kid in the sumo outfit. â€" Paul Schrag

The Sopranos are great, but there's a lot more to Italian culture than track suits and racketeering. Beginning tomorrow the Museum of Glass welcomes Italian glass master Lino Tagliapietra to its Visiting Artist residency showcasing the legitimate side of Boot culture.

Legitimate, I’ll say.

Tagliapietra, 72, has been kicking glass since the age of 11 in Murano, Italy. At age 21, he earned the title of maestro.  His visit to Seattle in 1979 drew bitter criticism from his fellow Murano glass masters for teaching the Northwest masters his mad skills.

I’m thrilled he’s back to teach us (well, not me) more.  In fact, his visit this week heralds his show at the Museum of Glass in February. 23. â€" Suzy Stump

[Museum of Glass, Oct. 24-28, 9 a.m. to 3 p.m., $4-$10, 1801 Dock St., Tacoma, 253.396.1768]

The Weekly Volcano doesn’t believe in spooks. We don’t, we don’t, we don’t believe in spooks. And yet … on a chilly October night, when the leaves rattle against the fire escape and the computer crashes again and again for no apparent reason, we find ourselves drawn to supernatural explanations. Get a grip, we tell ourselves. Those lights going on and off? Nothing more than old wiring. That vase that crashed from the shelf? Vibrations from passing trucks.  That Ted Bundy victim dumped in the foundation of a building being built at the University of Puget Sound who now moans in the halls of the building.  Well?

OK, the Weekly Volcano is a scardey cat.  That’s why we’re sending our intern Friday night to the Lakewood Playhouse sleepover.  The Lakewood Players offer to shack up kids 8-17 after their performance of “Holes” Friday night for $50.  They’ll unlock the doors at 11 a.m. and those alive will be free to go.

Reserve your spot now by calling 253.588.0042.  We dare you.â€" Suzy Stump 

The Tacoma movie "Rock Zombie" will appear on Thursday, Oct. 25, at FearFest, “A Night of Slasher Short Films” at the Columbia City Cinema in Seattle.

Doors open at 8:30 p.m. Suggested donation is $5 to $10. Suggested scream is "Aaaaaawwwww." â€" Jessica Corey-Butler.

More on "Rock Zombie" here.

Films playing in the South Sound right now here.

Rock Zombie Trailer from Spliced Films on Vimeo.

MUSIC
Isla Bonita
Frankly, the Weekly Volcano gets a tad itchy when we start hearing terms such as "pan-cultural" and "world beat" when applied to music. Inevitably it turns out that these descriptions are a generous way of describing world music that has been watered down with smooth jazz. If we wanted to hear Kenny G playing south of the border, we'd book a flight to Acapulco and pack a suitcase full of Tommy Bahama duds and Valium. That’s why we dig the full force of DJ Benny spinning salsa, meringue, bachata and Latin house.  No filler.  So worldly. â€" Suzy Stump

[21 Commerce, 9 p.m., $3, 21st and Commerce, Tacoma, 253.272.6278]

MORE MUSIC: In the clubs tonight.

SHOW
There Goes The Neighborhood Tour
Brothers Davy and Peter Rothbart are bringing the FOUND “There Goes the Neighborhood Tour” to Olympia’s Capitol Theatre tonight. They carry a guitar and a bunch of slips of paper, notes found that convey a sense of tangibly cerebral Americana in articulate ways not generally seen as articulate.

The brothers are promoting FOUND #5 magazine, the Crime Issue, these gems might just be available on the Web site, www.foundmagazine.com, or in one of the books assembled by the found team, or in one of the four magazines previously released.

So what is FOUND?

“(It’s) a showcase for all the strange, hilarious and heartbreaking things people’ve picked up,” according to the Web site.  It’s notes people have found on the ground.

The magazine goes on the road as a “rowdy reading and music event,” according to Davy in a cell phone conversation as he and his brother â€" who plays songs in the show that were inspired by the notes â€" drive from Nebraska to South Dakota. â€" Jessica Corey-Butler

[Capitol Theater, Wednesday, Oct. 24, 7:30 p.m., $5-$8, 206 E. Fifth Ave., Olympia, www.buyolympia.com]

ART
Gallery Madera
“It’s my season,” confides Karen Luke Fildes. “When the gray days come, I come alive.”

Despite recent trips around Hawaii and other sunny, color-saturated spots, Luke Fildes speaks about the Northwest sky with reverence, using adjectives reserved for people. She explains how the cloud’s personality will take on whatever the wind is doing to it, as if the cloud were a bit like a passive partner in a relationship.

In her own artistic world of pursuing nature, she invariably casts a positive light on the darkest situations. She says she’s looking to create a sort of Vespers for people, only not in a church, adding, “It’s not a secret that that’s what it’s all about ... it’s hope.”

More technically, Luke Fildes says, “It’s about color awareness, the temperature of light; becoming aware of the beauty rather than being trapped under the veil.”

Check out Fildes’ paintings along with Rae Belkin’s paintings and sculptural wood turnings by Milo Mirabelli and Christy Mirabelli under the title “Change” at Gallery Madera through Saturday. â€" JCB

[Gallery Madera, through Oct. 27, free, 2210 Court A Tacoma, 253.572.1218 www.gallerymadera.com]

MORE ART: Stroll through the galleries and museums.

For me, silent films usually conjure images of mustache-twirling evil-doers, D.W. Griffith’s chillingly groundbreaking yet racist opus, “The Birth of a Nation” or the definitive flapper flick, “It” (1927), which screens Thursday at the Washington Center. (Silent cheering)

“It” stars Clara Bow as a lowly salesgirl at Waltham’s Department store who swoons over Cyrus Waltham Jr., handsome playboy son of the owner. She fails at first; then her smoldering glances begin to take effect. (Silent cheering)

Misunderstandings intervene. Then the fun begins. (Silent cheering)

The flick will be accompanied by Dennis James jamming on the Andy Crow Wurlitzer Theater pipe organ. (Pretend organ playing on my keyboard) â€" Suzy Stump

[Washington Center, Thursday, Oct. 25, 7 p.m., $6.75-$17.50, 512 Washington St., Olympia, 360. 753. 8586]

I think I'm fascinated by toilets. Don't judge me quite yet.

I'm a normal person. Or whatever,normal means. I wear clothes, drive a car, have a family, drink beer, play online poker¬" you know, all the normal stuff. But still, bathrooms hold some sort of spell over me. I'm intrigued and repelled, at the same time.

I mean, for starters, I do all my best thinking in the bathroom. Men read, women think. No, wait; women hurry up in the bathroom because they know there's shit to be done elsewhere, no pun intended. But that thinking time, brief as it is, welcomes small flashes of brilliance that are otherwise hidden among all the multitasking crap that women are expected to do.

Meanwhile, men can find toilets to be a place of refuge where they can catch up on topics near to their heart and other organs, even occasionally finding the stalls to be a place to tap dance and find a date, like a certain politician recently. Or like my friend Bandito Betty who tap dances in public stalls for no reason at all. (Let YouTube be your friend.)

And then there's the repellant stuff. Frankly, some bathrooms are just plain disgusting. There are the obvious ones like gas stations, porta-potties, and the one in Brad Allen's college fraternity house. Or how about the bathroom in the Tacoma Mall. Are you one of those who would prefer to relax your bum on a john in Macy's or Nordstrom's, as if those weren't patronized by the same clientele as the regular ones located IN the mall area? Don't feel bad, I'm one of those as well.

But sometimes public bathrooms can be pleasant places. I've polled an intelligent group of coffee drinkers that happens to be sitting next to me as I write this. The majority state the opinion that here in Gritty Tacoma some of the most obviously beautiful bathrooms are (and I use the term beautiful very loosely): Monsoon Room, Black Water Cafe, Rosewood Cafe, Masa, and El Gaucho. Some guy here actually had the nerve to mention a bathroom in Seattle. I promptly told him he couldn't play with us anymore.

Often I find myself feeling right at home. I' ve recently become very fond of the bathroom at One Heart Cafe located on the corner of Sixth Avenue and Fawcett. It reminds me of my dorm room in college. Cut-out collage of magazine pictures, headlines, and favorite words left to inspire you as you drain your bladder and primp your hair. The warm maroon color and gold framed mirror holds memories of shabby chic high school slumber parties. I have no idea why, it just does. If you're going to be drinking lots of coffee, I suppose you should have a welcoming place to go pee every 10 minutes.

So guess what? You just read an entire 500 words on public restrooms. How do you feel about yourself now? Oh yeah, baby, I just suckered you into wasting five minutes of your life that you'll never get back. If you're a slow reader like Bobble Tiki, then make that 10 minutes of your life.

My world is full of random thoughts that might seem unimportant to the typical person. It's also full of random crazy crap that happens to me. My job here is to waste minutes of your life as I babble about these not-so-usual happenings and characteristically weird thoughts in my life. Mostly all of my beloved friends and acquaintances have become addicted against their own will. You will too. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Welcome to my life¬" Steph DeRosa

Being the bathroon whore I am, I'd love to meet your John. Drop me one here.

BLUES
Harmon Brews and Blues
The South Sound Blues Association in conjunction with Harmon Brewery presents Harmon Brews and Blues tonight and every other Thursday in November. With the success of the 2006 and 2007 blues portion of the Tacoma Jazz and Blues at Harmon’s, the brewery was the obvious choice for this series of events. Doors open at 6 p.m. with prizes, raffles and drawings. Best of all, it is presented free of charge. No babysitter, no problem. Kids will be welcome until 10 p.m.

Scheduled to play tonight is the incomparable Maia Santell & House Blend. With a potent combination of blues, jump, jazz and swing, Maia and company are one of the hottest tickets in the Northwest. Santell is a diva with very few rivals. Her vocal control is unsurpassed, and her range is extraordinary. Whether singing Billie Holiday or Etta James classics, she handles each genre with a style that is unique. While their leader is a gifted singer and entertainer, House Blend is not to be taken for granted as Jeff Ziontz (guitar), Bryce Van Parys (bass), Bruce Simpson (drums) and Ted Dortch (tenor sax) keep the joints a rockin’ with high energy and a youthful oomph. â€" Tony Engelhart

[Harmon Brewery, 7:30 p.m. music, all ages, no cover, 1938 Pacific Ave., Tacoma, 253.383.2739]

THE SONG
Dress-a-raoke
You’ve sung drunkenly at your girlfriend’s roommate’s surprise karaoke birthday party. Maybe you’ve even belted out one or two at a random wedding (yes, some people include karaoke at their nuptials). But the Weekly Volcano promise you’ve never grabbed the mike or stood in the spotlight like you will tonight at the Tempest Lounge.

Dress-a-raoke!

Karaoke master Colin will orchestrate laugh-riotous, costume-enhanced live karaoke performances. Starting at 8 p.m., participants can choose from an attic’s worth of wigs, boas, and assorted props before selecting their tune â€" with any luck, you’ve already picked your poison. Of course, there’s never a cover. â€" Suzy Stump

[Tempest Lounge, every Thursday beginning Oct. 25, 8-11 p.m., no cover, 913 Martin Luther King Jr. Way, Hilltop Tacoma, 253.272. 4904]

MORE MUSIC: In the clubs tonight.

VISUAL ARTS
Lino Tagliapietra
The Sopranos are great, but there’s a lot more to Italian culture than track suits and racketeering. The Museum of Glass welcomes Italian glass master Lino Tagliapietra to its Visiting Artist residency showcasing the legitimate side of Boot culture.
Legitimate, I’ll say.

Tagliapietra, 72, has been kicking glass since the age of 11 in Murano, Italy. At age 21, he earned the title of maestro.  I’m thrilled he’s back to teach us (well, not me) more.  In fact, his visit this week heralds his show at the Museum of Glass in February. 23. â€" SS

[Museum of Glass, through Oct. 28, 9 a.m. to 3 p.m., $4-$10, 1801 Dock St., Tacoma, 253.396.1768]

MORE ART: Tour the galleries and museums.

Better judgment tells the Weekly Volcano that the terms "conveyor belt" and "sushi" should not be used together under any circumstances. Sushi Revolution proves that you can't always trust your judgment. The Japanese restaurant opened yesterday serving dishes of sushi that rotate on a massive conveyor belt â€" pick what interests you as it bobs past.

Great for kids and first-time sushi eaters. â€" Jake de Paul