Results tagged “idiots”

A hurrah and a huzzah goes out to Raider Nation for not selling out Sunday's Raiders game. As a result, football fans throughout the area will be allowed to watch The. Biggest. Game. Ever. from the vicinity of their couch.

You’ve been paying $1.25 for bottled tap water…sucker!

To honor Barry Lamar as he approaches the exalted numbers 725 and 726, Gavin announced yesterday that City Hall will be lit up in Orange until he breaks the record. There will also be a pennant hung in front of City Hall to count off each and every home run he hits on his way to 726. Quoth the Gavster: "I think I speak for all San Franciscans when I say,''Go Barry.'"

Yesterday, at the intersection of Leavenworth and O'Farrell a red Toyota ran a red light and slammed into a cab. The cab then ricocheted into the side of a building. Both drivers suffered injuries, none serious.

SFist reviews Comedy Death-Ray at SF's Sketchfest

We don't know about you, but it seemed like the temperature dropped about ten degrees in an hour or so yesterday. In fact, the day started off rather nicely but then the wind started whipping around and we went from comfortably cold to comfortably numb. The reason for all this is that we are in the midst of a cold spell right now. And it's going to get colder. Like in the 20s colder.

Well, actually, we didn't. We went to Tres Agaves instead where we wondered what would compel a group of five male friends to all sport the Nick Lachey stripe shirt look. Did they plan ahead? Is it considered a faux pas if everyone shows up wearing the same style shirt? Do they know they look like idiots? Ehh...whatever. We might have missed it, but friends of SFist Maura and Cassie went and took these brilliant shots of it. For those who have never checked out Dia de los Muertos, we highly recommend it.

Doctor DeBunko is awash in fools. The creation of local artist Chris Wisnia, Dr. DeBunko's comics follow a familiar pattern: a group of hysterical idiots, foaming at the mouth over some unexplained phenomena, are patiently condescended to by a skeptical pipe-smoking intellectual with slick 1950s hair and a passing resemblance to Vincent Price. A farmer wails over the eviscerated corpse of a cow, "it's the paranormal mystery crime of the century! Is this the work of aliens out to steal cow DNA?" And the doctor replies, "I see you've got a number of poisonous plants growing on this property. Are there many scavenging animals nearby?" Oh, what a spoilsport.

We can't believe that after more than a month of half-assed watching of "Rock Star: Supernova" we've only just now figured out that the contestant named Storm Large is none other than the Storm from Storm and Her Dirty Mouth, a San Francisco band. How dumb are we? It had crossed our minds when we first saw her on the show, and heard her name, that it was awfully odd that there was another female rock singer named "Storm," but we guess we just thought something like "Rock Star" would have been a little beneath the Storm we had seen perform wearing nothing but a merkin during a show at the Filmore in 2000.

We've often pondered how "The Daily Show" finds the idiots they interview for their news stories. More often, we've pondered why these idiots actually agree to appear on camera looking like idiots. Well, last night, "The Daily Show" visited San Francisco and found one of those idiots!

Cartoonist, comix artist, whatevs Julia Wertz of Fartparty.org added us as a contact out of the blue, and with a URL like that, one has to follow up. We took an hour and read everything she'd posted online. Funny stuff that's all her, but also archetypical of San Francisco. Biking, smoking pot, eating cookies, drinking beer, dealing with idiots and hanging out with your friends and family -- that's what it's all about, no?

SFist would like you to know that we always consider feedback. So to show you that we actually, sometimes, act on that feedback instead of just considering it, we wanted to point out a few new or recently update features on the site you might have noticed slowly taking form:

Andrew Lowder introduces the Rickshaw Stop.

The last five or ten years have seen the Bay Area go from boom to bust, and while SFist didn't have to pack up a truck and move back to Palookaville like some of our friends, we weren't exactly sipping Cristal at an Industry Standard party, either. We knew people who were worth millions and lost it all; others were paid for work with now-worthless options instead of cash; even SFist is getting paid nearly half what they were making just four years ago.