Cold Stone Creamery

Perkstreet Financial is relatively new, but they've already tried a bunch of different ways to make their online checking account attractive, from sign-up bonuses to coffee awards. However, I think they've stumbled onto something with their new cashback debit card rewards structure that beats out any other online bank currently:

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This Thursday, September 24th, between 5 and 8 p.m., Cold Stone Creamery is asking patrons to come in and enjoy a dish of "Jack's Creation" ? Sweet Cream ice...

The other day I was called into the lair of Wm.™ Steven Humphrey—yes, I think lair is the best characterization of his office—and found him, face awash in the slight glow from his computer, feverishly scanning something on his screen.

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Hey Portlanders! Do you have a business degree that's just sitting there? Some extra money in that bank account that you're not doing anything with? A love of ice cream that's like no other?

Then why not own a Cold Stone Creamery! Cold Stone Creamery on Hawthorne, between 34th and 35th, is looking for a fun, exciting, energetic new owner! Go to coldstonecreamery.com to learn more about owning a stone.

Plus, think of all that free ice cream...

I've actually never been to a Cold Stone Creamery before, but they seem to be everywhere now. Are they really that good? I personally prefer the $2.50 pints of Ben & Jerry's when they go on sale once a month at the grocery store. Anyways, if you sign up for their Birthday Club and [...]

Last fall on our trip to Lincoln City with Mac and Pam, I witnessed one of those small perfect moments that linger in memory. After clam chowder at Mo's, we stopped at Cold Stone Creamery for dessert. It was about 7:30 on a Friday night, and the place was dead. We were the only customers. We [...]

With the insidious "Oh hey" phenomenon tearing across the country, corrupting our youth and recently displacing gay marriage as the number one destroyer of straight marriage, I was clinging onto the hope that there was still somebody out there who was immune from this vice.

But there isn't much cause for optimism in the face of such a devastatingly addictive phrase. Once you get into the stuff, there's no stopping. You need to say it more, and more, and more, to your family, to your friends, to your plants, as your voicemail recording, and you eventually hit rock-bottom, calling up your voicemail just to hear yourself say it, and then repeating it over and over into your phone until the beep cuts you off, and listening to the message on repeat until you finally fall asleep at 6am. It takes everything you hold dear, and leaves you cold and alone in the gutter, where you resort to panhandling the stray dogs, at which point you will discover that "Oh hey" successfully panhandled those same dogs only hours before your feeble attempts.

I have just received word that the lord and savior of this great nation of Oregon, Greg of Oden, has fallen victim. [8:30am edit: the website formerly featured a video of him loudly proclaiming "Oh hey.... it's Greg Oden!" in the typically strung-out tone of an "Oh hey" junkie, probably posted by a hacker to NBA.com, but the league wisely removed the embarrassing clip.]

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In 1988 Ricki Lake starred in John Waters' Hairspray, a movie about fat Tracy Turnblad, who?through the power of big hair and badass moves?garners a prized spot on an after-school teen TV dance hit The Corny Collins Show, sparks a race riot with her support for Negro dancers, and integrates 1960s Baltimore's television sets in the process. Nearly two decades later, Ricki has done the makeover bit: She hosted a talk show, dropped more than 125 pounds and even dated a trainer for a few years. Waters' indomitable PG cult flick has been made over, too: First into a pastel-pink Tony-winning Broadway musical call to arms against prejudice in 2002, and now a Hollywood-style song and dance buffet packed with more stars than a LA plastic surgeon's office. The effect is as disconcerting and yet enticing as looking at those blurry "before" and "after" photos on late-night diet ads (see the original 1988 movie and new production trailers below). Waters' beloved Baltimore is now played by Toronto (more sound stages, more big-budget production perks). The juicy script, filled with oddball cameos and campy dialog, has been reshaped as a steamroller of cheeky, cheery songs about the power of self, most of which involve lame metaphors about lights in the darkness, chocolate or food. Waters' story of a hefty misfit who steals the heart of a teenage heartthrob and rallies for black and white kids to dance together on a white-only TV show (remember kids, the last Friday of every month is Negro Day!) is now more a star-power showcase. Michelle Pfei...