We Read The Weeklies
...because this week they're not that long!
We'll start, as always, with last week's winner, the East Bay Express. Cover story is on the Richmond Steelers midget football team -- no, really, it is! Bottom Feeder on animal rights activists who've crossed the line. Cityside on the conflict between industry and residence in Oakland. Justin Benton on the Seldom Seen Acting Company. SFist Sarah, do you know Ramen freak Mira? We prove ourselves to be old by getting excited about Rob Harvilla's piece on Calvin Johnson playing in a 3 bedroom apartment. Our horoscope (not online) is basically just advice that could apply to anyone.
The Guardian takes on the CIA in their cover piece on how they transport suspected terrorists. Hey, wait, our copy of the Guardian is crazy, with page 6 followed by page 86! It's like a dream come true! We read our horoscope early and wonder if we'll ever get a good one. And then we're back to page 11 and the usual stuff: New Times Bad, Police Video Bad, The Church Bad. Community choice energy seems more possible than ever. They say that there are bargains at Goodbyes but we still can't afford anything there, should we be embarassed? Leone loves chickens. Duncan Scott Davidson eats a bunch of chickens. Bars and Clubs? Good lord. And then we're topsy-turvy again with letters to the ed, and Annalee on Maui. A lot of the stuff on the site wasn't in our copy, so we just ran down to the box and got another one -- same deal. Sorry Guardian, but your Sunset copies aren't what they should be!
The Weekly cover on HIV superinfection. Matt Smith on the counterculture. Infiltrator's got mail. The police video leaves Dog Bites cold. Brody eats in museums. OMG! Our pal Brock Keeling meets Jordan Knight! Dan Strachota does to the Dead what Davidson did with the chicken. Katy St. Clair goes out with her dog. Our horoscope (not yet online) gives us hope.
It doesn't feel fair to pick a winner this week, what with the Guardian printing issues and all. We, know, that's lame, but if we're going to pick a winner we want them to have the pride of fully besting the competition.