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In order to prevent witnessing further gas station signage hilarity, MapQuest (remember them?) has a nifty cheap station location feature. Basically, it maps out gas stations in your neighborhood/city by price. In San Francisco there's a scant difference between the highest and lowest ranked stations. Whatever. But SFist readers way out in Whereverville -- i.e., cities where automotive discussions aren't whispered in hushed tones -- might appreciate the service. Especially if money is tight...

What's everyone got against the San Francisco Sentinel these days, anyways? It's got beautiful photography, keeps an ear firmly planted on the ground of City Hall, and runs a fairly-entertaining gossip column to boot! Well, sure, there was that H. Brown controversy, but that seems to have resolved with H's summary axing from the site, right? Well, not quite. So all in this week, editors Pat Murphy and Luke Thomas are besieged on all sides. So SF political newssite Usual Suspects dropped the Sentinel from its blogroll this week. No reason was given, but Murphy's weekly gossip column seems to imply (if you can get through the obscurantist prose) that Alex Clemens said the Sentinel runs articles based on advertiser preference and doesn't get balancing quotes from all sides before running stories. But SFist is on the Suspects blogroll too and we don't get quotes from even one side before we run anything! What gives? Do we need to start reporting now or something too? On the left flank, Supervisor Chris Daly revives his smoldering feud with Murphy and reports that he's gotten a letter from the City Attorney that he believes makes clear that the Sentinel should be considered a political committee and thus should disclose all its donors to the ethics commission. And Supervisor Aaron Peskin wrote a letter to the Sentinel (scroll down) accusing it of being a Gavin Newsom love machine, to which the Sentinel accused Peskin of just being sore that the Sentinel broke the news of a secret Supervisor powwow he didn't want out. So what's going on? Is this some kind of H. Brown-related fallout? An upsurge in anti-Newsom sentiment? An increased call for media accountability for the holiday season? Or did we just lose our copy of the memo announcing that it's Everyone Hates Pat month?

A while back, we had interviewee Michele Alaniz question the San Francisco obsession with the burrito. We know, we know -- worshipping burritos is such a gringo thing to do. But SFist is all about what's really going on down in Mexico, and you'd honestly be surprised at how similar it is to what's going on up here. We're talking pie, fresh squeezed juice and sandwiches. We admit that our column has been south-of-the-border-centric, and we promise we'll add more variety to the range of ethnic cuisines we cover -- but really, why?

Getting pregnant is a wonderful, beautiful thing. There’s the special joy in knowing that a life grows inside you, the hormones make you all blissed out, and suddenly your mother-in-law treats you like a sacred vessel. But it sucks when you no longer can button your Diesel jeans, and your boobs get so big that all your shirts are rendered indecent.

But SFist's loss is, we suppose, Gothamist's gain. Not that they'll pay any attention to her what with their big celebrities and troll-like billionaire Mayor Bloomberg. They won't make her feel at home or give her treats or follow her every move with intense scrutiny and maybe-verging-on-mean snark. No, they'll just ignore her like every other starry-eyed ingenue who goes to the big city to seek fame and fortune.

Obviously this is a time when there are some major needs in the world where you are inclined to send your money. We don't want to overwhelm you with pleas for donations. But SFist Cares will continue on weekly because far away, or close to home, there are hard-working and valuable organizations that need your help.

SFist interviews Jennifer DePalma, candidate for United States Congress from the 8th district.

Every time EssEffist hears tall of the exploits of our single bretheren, we give thanks that we're no longer "out there".