There used to be the greatest little bar in the city's Bail Bonds district, one that had karaoke nights. Geniusly, the proprietors would charge $10 per song to amateur talent who dared to sing selections from the deplorable ode to the '50s jailbait, Grease. While we can't recall the bar's name, its philosophy is what we remember most -- namely, that people in life should be charged a pretty penny to utter such nonsense as, "We go together like rama lama lama ke ding a de dinga a dong." more ›

• School buses to run on waste grease from local restaurants. [SF Sentinel]
• 2007, as Chrissy from Newport Harbor: the Real OC might say, is "o-v-e, but the 'r' is not there yet." Totes, dude. Totes. [SFoodie, SFBG, CHOW, Gridskipper, Yelp]
• "Subprime" is your word of the year, or so says the Gate. [SF Gate]
• Tiger stuff. (An aside: Big-Cat Expert is perhaps the best job title in the world, ever.) [Examiner, SFBG]
• New Jersey bans sexual predators from the Internets. How very boring of them. [ValleyWag]
• A Sunday win by the Oakland Raiders could, like, make them be really super special. Or something like that. [Oakland Tribune]
• Best breakout performance: Mint Plaza. And more over at Curbed SF Awards 2007. [Curbed] more ›