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Last week's winner, the San Jose Metro. Alas! They haven't updated their site for this week yet, and we didn't manage to snag a hard copy of the paper, so they'll have to forfeit in the Weekly of the Week contest for the week.
Next up, let's call it for the SF Weekly. Ephraim the Track Bike is back! And he mentions us! We love you, Ephraim the Track Bike! Did Ed Jew's people spearhead that ill-fated fizzled-out attempt to recall Aaron Peskin to try and distract people from the woes of Burlingame's finest? We kind of hope so! Cover article: Okay, this story about Barry Bonds's steroid use is fake. The anecdote about Bonds lactating from his steroid-enhanced breasts in the dugout is where we were like, "heeeeey, wait a minute!" Embarrassingly, that's about halfway into the article before we figured it out. Also, the authors of the story ("Nic Foit and Ira Tes") anagrams to STEROID FANATIC IN. We don't know what to do with that last n and i, we're not very good with anagrams. That book about the fired ad exec who loves being a barista at Starbucks. Pauline's has better pizza than California Pizza Kitchen. Let's Get Killed explores classical music, like our Philistine!. And a breakdown of fake letters, by Dan Savage.
After the jump: The Bay Guardian (anagrams to NAIAD BRA GUY) and the East Bay Express (SEPARATES BY SEX), along with the Weekly of the Week and the YTD count.
The Guardian: Tim Redmond says we can lower the murder rate by funding community rec centers. The French embassy and a Sacramento blogger are now trying to get the SFPD to do something about Hughes de la Plaza's suspicious death. The Guardian valiantly tries to get us to care about the non-Newsom mayoral candidates. There's still no plan for Halloween and the Castro. Cover: We find very compelling the sleekness of this model espousing the queer dance music scene. Hey, the Blues Festival. Dance theater about jail. L.E. Leone cooks on a rooftop in the Loin. And Docfest!
The East Bay Express: SEPARATES BY SEX, huh? That's pretty cool. Litterbugs in Berkeley and bored youth in Walnut Creek. The Cal athletic center really could use a renovation, for the non-football athletes. Cover: Minor league players trying to make it to the A's. Pay what you wish at Namaste Restaurant in Berkeley. And Hardly Strictly Bluegrass is coming back next week! Free!
Weekly of the Week: We're all about the anagrams, as we name the SF Weekly the FEE WHEEL TYKE WOK!!! (Weekly of the Week). You gotta admire them running a totally fake story about Barry Bonds on the cover! We particularly liked it when Bonds jacked off the elk.
YTD count: SF Weekly: 13; SFBG: 10; EBX: 8; Metro: 7.
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First!
More seriously, how about Satire/Fiction for the authors names?
I'm still cracking up about the part where Barry's excellent hand-eye coordination came in handy for his once a week milking of elk semen for his special "Barry shakes".