Results tagged “goodlord”

Good Lord, what blog isn't over at Moscone Center today, getting moist over Steve Jobs? (We would be there, too, but it's positively glacial outside today. Burr.) Anyway, for those of you who care, here are some choice live-bloggy links to today to Macworld Expo 2008. Today, in case you're living under a rock (or have a life) is Steve Jobs keynote speech, and he just announced the holy presence of the new MacBook Air, "the world’s thinnest notebook." What, no iUnicorn? We have been hoping to see for quite some time. Maybe next year.

Those wacky comedic troupe kids over at SPF7 honor two-time Oscar-winning Yalie and secretly Sapphic actress/director Jodie Foster with "poetic poetry poems" as performed by a spot-on Foster look-alike. (Good Lord, that was a lot of hyphening. Whew.) She's no Meg Tilly or Jewel, but then again, who is? Anyway, check them out. (One more after le jump!)

Good Lord, Bay Area residents. It seems that we had not one, but two bomb scares yesterday.

The latest new fangled idea being dangled out there is for so called HOT Lanes. HOT Lanes is short for High occupancy/toll lanes and for once has nothing to do with Paris Hilton for which we thank the Good Lord.

Keeping some distance this week from his personal history-- it's better to forget-- SFist Nico goes rummaging through a red-lit version of Hell he really likes. Good Lord Almighty, we can barely remember anything. Maybe it's something in the food, maybe we're trying jam too much information into our tiny little brains, or, heaven forbid, we're just getting old, but whatever it is, we're pretty good at forgetting things: names, appointments, awesome bands from the...

And with that, we bid adieu to the Giants' season as baseball has moved to the playoffs and everyone's favorite drama, Waiting For the Sox/Yanks. Which means it's time for Your San Francisco Giants Season Replay, a season which we think can be summed up thusly: you know, it could have been worse.

Look, you've probably noticed lots of other people talking about this, and look, it's not like we don't care about the Middle East or Iran or anything (hey, we read both Persepolises, we'll have you know -- and Reading Lolita in Tehran.) But -- well, look. We've tried. Good Lord, we've tried. But we just cannot get through these Letters From Iran by Sean Penn that the Chronicle Datebook is faithfully publishing. Not even to mock. We just can't get through them. We can't even scroll through them online, they tire us out so much. We like Mr. Penn fine, don't get us wrong -- he seems like a nice and thoughtful man and a good actor and all that. Just -- well, he's not really a writer, now, is he? A history of US-Iran relations? Iran's ambivalence about the US? Please, Datebook, please -- make it stop! We were wrong -- we would prefer some more articles about how to play Sudoku, or lengthier Jon Carroll colummns. Picture of S. Penn by Robin Weiner, from the Chron

Well, if you're at all gay (and we all are, at least a little, according to that big queen Kinsey) then you have absolutely no excuse to be bored this weekend. SFist urges you to go forth and make out with strangers! And remember, don't forget to , by which, of course, we mean to let them revel in God's creation of rainbow hotpants and house music, too!