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Shit. It's Valentine's Day this Thursday and by the looks of it most of you have already planned your perfect date. Three shows are already completely sold-out: The Kills at Rickshaw Stop, Slightly Stoopid at The Independent and Common at Mezzanine. While there are still several shows you can chance Thursday night, it might be wise to stay home and wait till the weekend to take your crush out. We are.

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Earthquakes and Sabers and Sharks, Oh My!

We've talked about the controversial documentary The Bridge here on SFist before, but for those who couldn't bring themselves to see the film in a theater, you've got your chance for a cozy TV viewing on IFC tonight at 7:30 p.m. and 11:30 p.m. At least at home you can cover your eyes and scream "OH MY GOD!" without bothering a theater full of people.

In case you haven't heard, tonight, at precisely 12:01, THE VERY FINAL HARRY POTTER BOOK WILL BE RELEASED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! And by final, we mean final. The end. Finito. And with it, all the answers to all those pressing questions will be answered: will Harry die? Is Snape good or evil? Will Ron and Hermione finally get it on? And by the way, we just discovered Hermione is in Microsoft Word’s spell check. That’s crazy.

-- Using the garbage and junk-drawer debris from oh-my-God real-life celebrities (!), crafty artist Jason Mercier creates jaw-dropping portraits of A- through D-list notables, which range from Parker Posey to Heidi Fleiss. Celebrity Junk Drawer opens tonight starting at 9 p.m. at 111 Minna Galley (at Second St.); admission is free.

We checked our e-mail this morning and saw that OH MY GOD we got an e-mail from Gavin! And what does the Gavster say? That there's much more to governing than "making our government more effective, our economy stronger, our city more tolerant, and our lives a little easier." And what, pray tell, is that? Listening.

"Oh My Gawd, did you hear?" "No, what? "Well, like Gavin was at this, like, party and you'll never guess who was there?" "Oh my gawd, who?" "Alex Tourk." "NO WAY" "Totally."

So we were watching TV and listening to the wind whip around outside and then the wind got really loud and then everything started shaking and we thought, "hmmm, that's one really strong wind." Then it hit us, OH MY GOD, IT'S A MOTHERF_____ EARTHQUAKE.

Yes, tonight is the State of the Union speech which means it's a good time to do something that doesn't involve watching TV. But to help you survive tonight, here is the Official SFist Care Package.

Oh, who cares about news when the title of the NEXT HARRY POTTER BOOK HAS BEEN ANNOUNCED. OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! WE'RE SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All right, enough of that.

Remember Assemblywoman Bonnie Garcia? She was the one Arnie was referring to when he made those comments about Latina women? And who later appeared at his side when he apologized to give him cover? Well, maybe there was more to it than that because on Sunday, she sent out a statement apologizing for telling a group of school kids that she wouldn't kick the Governator "out of her bed."

SFist interviews Caila Thompson-Hannant from Shapes and Sizes off of the Asthmatic Kitty Label

Last week's winner, the SF Weekly. Do you want to be a fill-in copy editor for the Weekly? First question: does fill-in need a hyphen? Also, you must know Quark. We skipped Matt Smith this week, we just weren't up for the hate. The Apologist on traffic. Can we also confess that we don't really get the Ephraim the Track Bike column, though we do love it. Advice on effective protesting. Cover article: a con artist in jail made some prank phone calls and punked the police into letting a bunch of people out of prison. Dang! Hawaiian hardcore at El Rio on Saturday. Meredith takes her mom to the seafood place on 14th and Church that SFist Ced went to a month or so ago. A listing of your latest indie rock darlings -- the name Oh No! Oh My! is pretty good. And SFist Eve's horoscope: Rob Breszny suggests listening to Emmylou Harris.

We were sitting at our desks playing on the computer (cough...surfing porn...cough...) when things start shaking and rolling. At first, we thought it was just some big huge gust of wind, something that can occasionally cause some rumbling. But when it didn't quite stop and picked up in intensity, we began to we realize it wasn't quite the wind and something else and should we then get under something like the coffee table or underneath or a door frame and OH MY GOD IT'S AN EARTHQUAKE AND WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We were all set to do a follow-up on Barry's Big Nothing but OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL HAS GOTTTEN INTO THE GIANTS? First they rallied from 6-1 to win yesterday and tonight...tonight, well, tonight they put together what Statheads refer to as an "ass whumping," beating the Padres, 9-3. We're talking striking for a rare and always-impressive back-to-back-to-back (and almost another -back) home run barrage, started off by the Barry himself, who hit 722. He was followed in quick succession by the so hot right now Ray Durham and Pedro Feliz. But wait, there's more! Omar Vizquel pulled off a suicide squeeze (scoring Wynn) and the New Kid on the Block, Chad Santos, hit his very first home-run, a two run shot. He also made a few nice plays in the field.

Every Asian-American music listener has that list of Asian-American stars they whip out at a moment's notice: Mike Shinoda from Linkin Park, the half-Japanese violinist (of course he's a violinist) from Yellowcard, Karen O, Jay-Z, and Amerie .... but how nice to have the option to find others. The Asian American Film Festival's Directions In Sound show tomorrow night features four local Asian-American indie rock bands to get to know: From Monuments to Masses (post-punk), Whysall Lane (intricately crafted), Love Like Fire (dreamy Britpop), and solo singer Mike Park (no description, but probably singer-songwritery, you know?). The show starts at 9 (doors at 8) at Cafe Du Nord tomorrow night. Tickets $10 -- but act fast, the show's selling out.

Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine. Maybe Huckleberry Hound always sang Oh My Darling, Clementine because he too was mourning a drowned love that he's replaced with her younger sister. But we think he started to sing it when he had to give up clementines and other mandarin oranges for the rest of the year. Old Huck would be happy to know that they're back in force at local markets, assuming he noticed from the netherworld of TV scheduling. We love the way you can easily rip off the bumpy skin to expose the juicy flesh inside. It makes us feel like Willow in the "Villains" episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Of course, she didn't then slurp up the small pieces and revel in the sweet, tart juice. So the metaphor only sort of works.

Ah, it’s raining today and for those of us working, nothing quite sums up the first day back after the holidays like it being grey and miserable outside. It looks like it’s going to be grey and miserable for awhile as five-day forecasts call for rain, rain, and more rain. When it rains, there’s nothing quite like the high-comedy that comes with watching the local news broadcasts as they spend what always feels like half the broadcast letting everyone know that “OH MY GOD! IT’S RAINING!” and then whip around to like every reporter they have on staff, all strategically placed throughout the Bay Area, just so that they can show to everyone that, yep, it’s raining there too.