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We'll do the partying and/or dying, so you don't have to. Homebound denizens of San Francisco, the Bay Area, and the world at large. Our editor, Brock, will be coming at you live from the Castro all night. We'll bring you live reportage of the costumes, "unsanctioned gaiety," Dachau-like police state, public urination, and/or absolutely nothing happening at all whatsoever. Stay tuned. 10:45 Update: That's it. We're done here, folks. If there's a shooting...

Joe Gallagher says, "Waaaah!"

We thought the snow was weird enough, but what about last night's sudden thunderstorm? For about half-an-hour last night, the heavens provided better water pressure than we get in our apartment.

, because it was freakin' COLD. As we stepped out of the Castro Muni Metro stop, clad in coat and gloves and other things we thought we'd left behind in the Midwest, we spied folks in teeny shorts and mini dresses, all gussied up for the San Francisco premiere of the locally produced documentary based on the icon of all things sexy and 70s.

There's a lot going on in this picture, snapped last night in the Castro Muni station (click it for a larger version), so let's begin our reading with the original author's intent. Those irritating PSP ads (as opined about on Gothamist, discussed by a commenter, and complained about by lots of local bloggers) have finally been put in their place -- a billboard. Rather than being slapped up on peoples' walls in their neighborhoods, Sony's finally figured out that advertisements go, duh, in advertising space.

So there you have it! Apparantly, some mysterious Japanese-speaking skulker saw those iPod and breathmint ads and naturally decided that they ought to add a message sort of along the lines of, "chew-toe-hamper halfway unfinished hitting on somebody." Ah yes. Well-put, mystery ninja.