You see this? This is what happens when hipster techies in the Mission litter their vintage textbook covers. Pick up after yourselves, people!
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Today, a massive wrapped-up package was being moved into the same windowless building via crane. Hmmm… could this be the NSA’s latest way to spy on the cat GIFs you’re sending your friends? We may never find ou ** NO CARRIER **
(Spotted on Valencia)
If conventional, cat food-powered cats aren’t green enough for your LEED Certified lifestyle, try a solar powered cat. Go ahead! But don’t say Philip K. Dick didn’t warn you about this particular dystopian future.
Hey everyone, there’s a new look this fall that’s already hitting the streets. You have to try it! All you need is your tear-off receipts from your ballot, two pennies, some tape, and your favorite hat.
This new look is the talk of the town, so get started! OMG you’re going to look awesome!!
It’s voting day, and this flyer appeared on various utility poles near 16th and Mission this morning.
The text reads:
Proposition U (the “Sin Tax” Legislation)
Argument In Favor of Proposition U:
No pleasure without pain.
Rebuttal to Argument in Favor of Proposition U:
Beware the wiles of mustachioed ladies. Are we really okay with a one-eyed King? Say wolverines, or badgers, scratch through the low window, behind the Hydrangeas. Or a possum. Or an opossum? Either way — they’re still inside the house.
Argument Opposed to Proposition U:
If dolphins were larger, would they have old tires stuck around their heads, instead of old six-pack rings? Tracking polls indicate near universal acceptance of [argument]. We need to get back to defiling the native architecture.
Rebuttal to Argument Opposed to Proposition U:
There sits one day in a place far away a little girl and her doll. And her doll could be at risk and her risk could be very real even if the doll’s imaginary friend ran for office.
Paid Argument In Favor of Proposition U:
It’s like I said before. Your ship as come in, buddy! Stop fighting it.
Paid Argument Opposed to Proposition U:
A voter walks into a bar. He — and let’s just say it’s a he — sits down at a table. And let’s just say a gal comes over and sits on his lap. It’s a free country.
What do you think, readers? How are you going to vote on Proposition U?
This is the time of year when a lot of us take time off for vacation. The season of summer needs time off as well, which is why we have the month of Fogust.
A strange thing happens as the fog engulfs the city; the area around Dolores Park is shielded from the fog by Twin Peaks, leaving a big sunny patch. One has to wonder if a certain Junipero Serra took this heavenly parting as a sign for where he should start construction when he arrived here in Fogust of 1776 (Okay, June 29th, but close enough.)
And perhaps one day in the distant future, archeologists will stumble on this sunny spot in the foggy ruins of our city. And maybe they’ll figure out why San Franciscans spent so much time fighting over building things that — most of the time — nobody could even see.
Apparently a ghost outbreak occurred near Mission and 17th St. today, but it was already contained by the time I arrived at the scene. The ghosts are gone, all that was left was the Ghostbuster’s car.
Scary stuff. Stay safe, everyone!
No word as to whether this is related to Slimer’s visit to Valencia back in 2010.
John Law’s Doggie Diner head trailer is a mobile landmark in San Francisco. This evening they happened to be leashed on Valencia outside Stage Werks.
Anyone who’s lived in San Francisco for a while knows the story behind the doggie heads; they were the mascot of a local fast food chain called the Doggie Diner. After the chain went out of business in the 80′s the heads seem to have ended up various places. For example one of them is mounted on a pole in the median of Sloat at 45th Ave.
You never know when or where the doggie head trailer will appear. It’s kind of like Frank Chu, except that Frank Chu’s signs tend to make more sense than the concept of eating food that was cooked by a dog. Yuck. But hey, I’m not in marketing.