…impromptu Vanishing Seattle book signing was a smashing success. I met many old and new friends, and Epilogue Books sold all but one of the copies they had in stock. Fret not, however: A fresh batch will be unsealed and unboxed in time for the regularly-scheduled book release party, 6:30-8 p.m. tonight (Tuesday) at 2001 NW Market Street in brilliant Ballard.

I met the legendary cartoon producer-mogul circa 1993, at a gallery opening during the height of the collectible-animation-cel craze. He could recite every Tom and Jerry short scene-for-scene, but had trouble remembering the titles of some of the TV series that had come out under his name. (Hey, I’d have forgotten any past involvement with Inch High, Private Eye and The Funky Phantom, let alone Scrappy-Doo.) He also sighed about how he and everyone he knew wanted to get out of L.A., and mentioned the possibility of retiring to the Northwest. He did nothing of the sort, of course; until almost the end, he was still pitching projects and working as a consultant to Warner Bros., even after the conglomerate changed Hanna-Barbera into “Cartoon Network Studios.”

…quite a passionate pro-impeachment speech.

…not to trust the mainstream news media: SeattleTimes.com listed the Vanishing Seattle premiere party as a “Hot Ticket,” but then got the date wrong. As a result, many people may show up at Epilogue Books (2001 Market Street in brilliant Ballard) tonight, Monday, instead of the scheduled night, Tuesday. I’ll show up both nights just in case.

An Oregon State U. study shows that anti-smoking ads may actually encourage teens to smoke. As if that wasn’t the less-than-completely-hidden aim of the tobacco-company-sponsored “anti-tobacco” ads to begin with. You know: The ones that show smokers as gross-out outcasts (as in cool), and non-smokers as nice clean-cut jocks and cheerleaders (as in dweebs).

…got you down? Take a short hop to FaLaLaLaLa.com and relive “the memories of Christmas vinyl past.” Highlights include links to an astonishing 51 different versions of Leroy Anderson’s “Sleigh Ride” song.

…to Steve Mandich, whose blog contains a lovely rave review of Vanishing Seattle.

Following Thursday night’s local weather madness, those of us here in bodacious Belltown have gotten to enjoy the miracle that is underground wiring on this ides-of-December weekend, while the unfortunates in Wallingford, Seward Park, Bellevue, and more remote points froze in the dark for one or more nights due to the proclivities of several inconsiderate trees to get themselves strewn across power lines. It just goes to show you: There are distinct advantages to living in the middle of civilization.

THIS ISN’T TO SAY there weren’t any impacts of Windstorm 2006 in our little corner o’ the world. Downtown retailers were blessed/cursed on Dec. 15 with shoppers who couldn’t get their gifts at, say, Bellevue Square. Seattle Center, the Aquarium, etc. were stuffed with parents escorting young’uns whose schools had shut down for the day. Hotel lobbies were stuffed with stranded travelers and ordinary folk with no place else to go. Workplaces and holiday parties in town included many women who (needlessly) apologized for the inability to apply their makeup or style their hair in their de-electrified homes. Many who lived in places with power but worked in places without it got an involuntary day off. Restaurants, coffee houses, and bars serviced many customers whose fridges, coffee makers, stoves, etc. had gone phhhfft.

And, perhaps most significantly, Friday was A Day Without Newspapers. The Seattle Times Co.’s suburban plant was blacked out. No Friday P-Is were finished or distributed. A few thousand Times copies made their way to a relative few downtown stores and vending boxes.

Folks who still had the juice at home had to settle for Web sites (including those of the knocked-out newspapers), TV and radio. The disempowered had to be informed by battery radios, car radios, and hand-cranked radios, or by laptops brought to WiFi-enabled coffee houses.

(Sidebar: Apparently, the phone lines at KUOW were swamped all weekend by angry callers, justifiably miffed at the station’s on-air interviews with folks who offered power-outage survival tips but then rattled off the URLs of Web sites for more information. What, you mean everybody doesn’t have a stack of fully-charged backup laptop batteries and a satellite broadband connection?)

On Saturday, the local papers came back, but in truncated 36-page editions. That page count would have been enough to provide the regular Saturday Times and P-I “news holes,” except that the Times Co. decided to make up some of the money it had lost on Friday, and stuffed both Saturday papers full of ads. In the remaining 12 and a half or so pages, both papers’ editors crammed as much storm coverage as they could, leaving little or no space for sports, business news, editorials, comics, TV listings, puzzles, or (oddly enough) the weather.

By Sunday, the Times plant and product were back to normal. But was the civic discourse fatally disrupted? Would more folks start buying the NY Times just to get assured access to the NYT crossword? Would more readers migrate online and dump the dead-tree editions? Would that aggravate the Times Co.’s drive to kill the P-I? Will mass-market newsprint be more quickly relegated to the great recycle bin of media history? Stay tuned.

BRIEFLY IN OTHER NEWS: We must say goodbye this month to Bud Tutmarc, one of the unsung heroes of Northwest music. He’d spent most of his career as a church musical director, but in the ’50s he’d invented an improved Hawaiian-style pedal steel guitar, one of the key steps toward the electric guitars we know and love today.… Apparently the Nintendo Wii, the new video game console with handheld wireless remote controls, can be dangerous in the wrong hands. A Dec. 14 AP dispatch from Seattle reported how local player Janna Baker, during an energetic round of a Wii bowling game, flung her “Wiimote” until it “glanced off her coffee table, snapped its wrist strap, and hurtled into her flat-screen TV.” The company’s coming out with stronger wrist straps.

Spent six hours today convincing stores to carry our lovely new book. Here’s a fabulous promo display at that un-disappeared Seattle landmark, Ye Olde Curiosity Shop.

Vanishing Seattle is now out, at least in some stores. I’m going on a sales junket around town in the morning to make sure it gets stocked prominently in your local book outlet.

A special sudden Vanishing Seattle release party will be held Tuesday, Dec. 19, 6:30-8 p.m., at the fabulous Epilogue Books in beautiful bodacious Ballard. Be there.

…an Anglophone web designer based in Japan, discusses “What Internet workers can learn from the old Greeks.”

Our latest book Vanishing Seattle exists! I’ve seen a copy, and it’s damned beautiful if I do say so myself.

It will appear in local stores starting Monday. It’s already available for preorder from Amazon (check the link near the upper left corner of this page). Every home should have one. Seriously.

Yes, there will be a release party, but it will probably occur after the holiday season so all of you can attend. Watch this space for further details.

…postulates that people just might choose their mates based partly on an unconscious to be of one mind.

…that the “religious right” is oxymoronic by nature, because neoconservative philosophy is inherently anti-Christian.