We Read The Weeklies
...because they're there!
OK, last week's winner (we're so sad that Lost in the Fog got scared in the barn before his race, though we're totally going to use that excuse the next time we blow a job interview), the Weekly, starts with a bang with a cover feature on the counterrecruitment movement. Matt Smith cracks us up for the third week in a row, and not just because he talked about Gavin's balls and penchant for makeup. Take a quiz on Prop 73 with The Apologist. Dog Bites tries to muster up some independent press street cred by doing some political endorsements. While we agree on their endorsement of the N Judah in the Muni Line question, we can't let their support of Grape Nuts (in the category Breakfast Cereal) stand. Does Dog Bites do their dishes right after they eat? Because if you don't wash your Grape Nuts soiled bowl immediately, you might as well throw it away. Not cool. Oh, Ced, you totally scooped Brody. You must feel so good right now.
The Guardian cover offers us a clip n' save endorsement list and some charming indictment-related Photoshop. Hey, we quit watching "Prison Break" when they killed the cat (and yes, we KNOW he looked like Toonces, shut up), but if Cheney started guesting we'd totally tune back in. Is Dennis Herrera saving his pennies to run for mayor? More on Prop. 73. Will the New Times suck the life out of the Village Voice? You'll be surprised to hear that Tim Redmond believes it will. Personal stories of those who live in public housing make us incapable of glibness. That is, until Kristina Peterson goes to Medicine which folks keep telling us to go to but it just sounds so pretentious. We get that it's healthy, but is it good? Annalee talks about our new favorite topic, singing mice, but we just aren't digging her take on it. Dan Leone is still called "Dan"? Word to Gabriel Roth on brunching alone, we couldn't agree more. What's "Noise"? Is there a special f**king section every week? Doesn't that make it less "special"? We can't keep up. Our horoscope pisses us off.
As with the Weekly, the New Times owns the Express, which means we see enough repitition that we feel itchy. Or are those our allergies, ignited by the cover story, a piece on Vin Jones, environmentalist? Bottom Feeder is getting a lot of stuff from Angelides, too? We thought it was just us. Print pubs are in trouble, and the Spanish language versions are feeling the burn. How do we get a gig as a toy inspector? Hey, the Express's Savage Love (they don't have the current one online) is half the length of the Weekly's (also not displaying the current one online). That sounds like a letter to Dan Savage right there, doesn't it?
This week's winner? Well, we hate to pass over the Express, but it never matches the substance of the Guardian or the Weekly, so we're dissing it again. The Guardian this week is solid, but kinda boring, much like we suspect that restaurant, Medicine, is. So, for the second week in a row, we're crowning the Weekly, which amused, edified, and gave us all of the Savage Love we could handle. Though we still can't get behind that Grape Nuts thing...