Week in SFist

Last week was a spooooky one in SFist, and Halloween isn't until today. But scary stuff is going down: a few months ago, the Terminator knocked on our door. When he found out that we weren't Sarah Connor, he left us with an incomprehensible explanation of the State Propositions. SFist Rita (our own Reese), clears everything up. Then, as soon as our panic subsided, we hear that SF Mike is partial to public thongs! How can we ever relax again?

Gavin tried to comfort us, and while jokes about his hair are old hat (hee), you have to wonder how he keeps it so nice and shiny all day long. Is it Paul Sebastian or some sort of alien goo? You have to admit, a lot about Gavin would make more sense if he were in collaboration with Kang and Ang.

Our fearless leader's hair isn't the only thing in this city that just won't die. There's the issue of where you can sell pot and power tools, and what we'll call the ballpark now. Do we need a silver bullet, a stake, what?

Sometimes, when we stop and talk to the monster it's everything ends up all right, as when SFist Matty-Matt takes on the SFCTA. And we're proud to count two local objects of fear as friends of SFist, in the Primitiver Screwheads and Jill Tracy.