Fuzzy Math

San Francisco is the 86th most drunk city in the country?

I call bullshit.

. . .aaaaand, we're back!

Don't worry, we never stopped loving you.

I Love This City

I double-dog-dare you to watch this whole slide show of couples getting married yesterday without tearing up. It's a physical impossibility.

I'll start the waterworks:



SFgate.com

Hooray for "San Francisco Values"!!

Please enjoy this ad for the rawking background music and the sweet moves of the dancers meant to embody our "San Francisco Values."

I Particularly Enjoyed the Huge Doughnuts

Today was the epic shitshow that is Bay to Breakers. I love that this city considers dressing up like Spiderman and running across the city hauling a keg in a Red Flyer wagon a lovely way to spend a Sunday.





More Pictures of Bay to Breakers

Scrutches?

This morning as I was crossing Post at Kearny, I saw a dude with a scooter. Not so out of place downtown. But then I looked closer. You know those doggy wheel crutches [see above]? He was riding one like that, with his left leg parallel to the pavement and resting on a scooter at knee level. Like a mashup between crutches and a scooter.

Volume 7,342 in the WTF?!? Chronicles

(Ed. Note: Methinks we've given up on this blog, but I'm out of grad school now and I need to keep my writing sharp. Kidding! I just need a place to vent.)

I was shopping online today (side note- is it pathetic that I think of simply doing some shopping- but never actually buying anything- as a reward for good behavior on par with drinking a whole 6-pack of Coors Light or, like, eating an entire chocolate cake?) and I was reminded of something that irritates the fuck out of me. (Side note #2- there are a lot of things that irritate the fuck out of me, including the movie "What About Bob?" and Hot Wings flavored Doritos.)

Steve Madden- maker of medium-cheap trendy shoes that miraculously fit my fat sausage feet- appear to hold their shoe-style-naming meetings immediately after smoking copious amounts of marijuana. Nothing has anything to do with the style it refers to, and everything has 2 or 3 extraneous letters. I'm not kidding:

Uh huh, yep, that shoe is called the "Bleekerr." It gets better:

It's the Optimom! Optimus Prime's slutty mother!

There's also the "Sirprise," the "Croshage" (Ed. note: wtf?), the "Honoluu," OMG I could seriously go on for days.

So, yeah. That bugs me. That is all.

Okay, just one more;


It's Flyish! Not really fly, just flyish! You know, for those days when you want something kinda fly and kinda not-fly.