Via T.N.:
actual conversation outside my window "Yo, What up G?" "YO Wasup Muthafucka!" (bro hug ensues)more ›
Via T.N.:
actual conversation outside my window "Yo, What up G?" "YO Wasup Muthafucka!" (bro hug ensues)more ›
Overheard on the Muni underground while idling in the tunnel between Church and Van Ness for 5+ minutes. The speaker was a possibly home-challenged fellow in his mid-fifties, dirt under the fingernails, shaggy hair, multiple dusty parcels, etc.: [Shouting in the direction of the driver] "Just GO, goddammit! Fix Muni my ass. You can take your fare hike and blow out it your own ass. I'm TRYING to get to Civic Center! I've been on this fucking train now for forty-five minutes. Just push the goddamn lever and go. The tunnel's empty! Go! Don't look at the lights. Just fucking GO!"
We came across this wonderful blind item over at ValleyWag (via Overheard in the Office). It seems that someone on the Board of Supes doesn't know the difference between a placeholder name and their signature, euphemistically. Do you know who it was? We're going to go ahead sweepingly generalize that it was either Ammiano or Dufty, because gays only care about little boys and baggies, shiny objects, and unicorns.
-- On the 33 in the Haight
Attendee at Litquake pub crawl music writers event, watching a clip of the Beatles performing : "This is like space music."
-- From Ced/At the Hardly Strictly
- Overheard by Dan and Melissa while trying not to inhale on the 6 Parnassus
We've been speculating on how they'll misname Mays Field next for exactly one year as of today, which is why we were especially excited to get this tip in our inbox:
SFist reviews The Red Walls at Cafe du Norde
The Painted Rooms show we announce on the site yesterday seems to have been a smashing success -- there certainly were a lot of hipsters onhand, as well as some less hip people that looked in the buying mood (God bless them). We attended with ever-fashionable Molly Go Lightly, SFist Ted: Weatherman and Dogster Steven.