As the rains drag on, we pay attention to another setback for minority voting rights; still-soaring home prices; more flack against a big Sea-Tac subcontractor; a surprising Seattle Times endorsement; and the loss of another longtime local music fixture.

We enter March’s first weekend with an odd proposed compromise to historic-preservation activists; Seattle-saved WWII radio newscasts; the area’s second-most-hiring company (no, not them); sex workers speaking for themselves; how to make Wash. state even more irrelevant in Presidential nominations; and the usual bevy of weekend activities.

For your perusal, we have we have bigger things made of wood than have been made before; an attempt to bring back nuclear power; Portland’s “toxic moss;” Foo Fighters’ non-breakup; and a tragic update to one of the Sonics’ movers.

Sooper Toosday settled nothing, and neither did the City Council committee vote on saving bike sharing. But we do know that Boeing’s planning a 100th birthday bash; a heroin treatment center’s re-opening; squatters are speaking out in favor of squatting; and one of the guys who “plundered” the Sonics is in big trouble (can you feel the schadenfreude rising?).

Sooper Toosday finds us blathering about a racketeering suit against Mars Hill Church’s top brass; how to properly describe an alleged adult-woman/teenage-boy relationship; just how hard Russell Wilson’s “Good Man” clothes will be to find; and that ridiculously big container ship.

Make the great leap (day) forward with tidbits about yet another music-scene vet needing our help; a big plan to at least bandage the symptoms of homelessness; another bookstore trying to crowdfund its way to survival; and a look forward to the “collapsing new buildings” of tomorrow.

For our pre-Oscar Night installment, we (almost completely) ignore the Oscars, and instead examine a “Jungle” eviction plan; more Paul Allen largesse; a rusting new ferry; an engineered, tested, and trademarked apple; and a few hundred weekend activities.

Warm and dry weather’s expected to end today, but MISCmedia MAIL keeps going with lobbyists who want to keep your “biometric” data; the big Alaskan Way midrise project’s off again; another unlikely industry for a female chief executive; Amazon’s going “fashion forward;” and remembering when right-wing kitsch was considered funny.

Our midweek missive covers Clint Dempsey’s achievements; Calvin Johnson’s (the Olympia one, not the Detroit one) fiscal ills; the Brits discovering Pike/Pine’s turmoil; the costs of any expanded water taxi; and the incredible shrinking unbuilt downtown tower.

Sounders FC’s back, and so is MISCmedia MAIL, with nude-dude public art; another police killing and its discontents; arsenic in the air in Portland; and “I Can Haz Sellout.”

A dryer, sunnier week starts off with a homeless camp that refuses to be shut down; Portland’s toxic air; indie bookstores on the rebound; our plastic-trashed oceans; and the second- or third-greatest film ever made in Spokane.

Spring training is here! And so is MISCmedia MAIL, informing about pastors prevented from selling their church; what is and isn’t still alive in the Legislature; even more petrochemical export plants in the works; a future for King Street Station’s upstairs; and the usual scads of weekend activity listings.

Today we mention more anti-Trans sleaze; a not-really answer to school funding; a proposal to “scatter” homeless camps around town; and a just-slightly-smaller tall tower scheme.

Remember the Seattle Center Arena?  It’s still there but not for long. Also in your midweek missive: Someone thinks moving into RVs is a serious solution to high rent; a “cis”-dressed dude claims the trans-restroom law lets him enter women’s locker rooms; the coal-export boom goes bust; and what part of town’s got the most Priuses (or is it Prii?).

A combined Valentine’s/Presidents’ weekend finds us mulling about the end of the Oregon siege at last; a GOP dirty trick against transit; deliberations about the latest anti-homelessness plan; the demise of the UW’s nuke; and fun with kitschy old Valentine’s cards.