• This Sunday is that football championship tournament known as the Super Bowl. And with it comes its array of advertising amusement. (Please, pray for no Burger King commercials. "People freaked" is the single worst ad campaign in this history of ever.) [SFGate]
• Hillary Clinton is in town; Sen. Ed Kennedy counterattacked with a stop in Berkeley as part of his Obama tour. [CBS5]
• The bay has temporarily turned into Marin's toilet. [Marin Independent Journal]

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BeyondChron's Paul Hogarth dares to go where many fear to tread: all up in Elisa Stephens' grill. Again. Hogarth writes about the Academy of Art College's plan to swallow up even more of San Francisco's prime real estate. more ›

When he's not busy getting impeached or whatever for indecent exposure, Aaron Peskin's trying to fix Muni. And SPUR, the urban-planny folks, are grateful: they're encouraging everyone to give Aaron's amendments a thumbs-up. You can read it in loathsome .doc format here, or as a Google Document here -- but honestly, you don't want to read either, since it's about a billion pages long. more ›

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First bedbugs, then crack addicts, then bone-rattling noise -- that's the sort of bad-neighboring up with which Tenderloin residents will not put. Residents of the Lawrence Hotel have been scowling for a long time now at the deafening noise generated by Club Six -- check out these complaints. Shaking windows and floors, people on medication for sleep deprivation due to noise, doors left illegally open, and crowds so big on the sidewalk that you have to walk into the street to pass by. Yikes. We all like fun, but it's nice to have a downstairs neighbor who doesn't routinely rattle your teeth. more ›

What is it with all the hapless criminals and would-be criminals in Fremont? We should do an all-Fremont edition of the Blotter one of these weeks. Well, today's Fremont Blotter entry involves an attempted robbery of a Quiznos by a man wearing a straw sombrero, sunglasses, and gloves. The man walked in, "simulated a handgun" under his sweatshirt, and asked for cash. The employees told the man they didn't know how to open the register without making a sale, and Mr. Sombrero, frustrated, left empty-handed (but full-hatted). more ›

Sorry for the delay in reading your alt-weeklies this week; there was a comical mixup in our attempts to implement the weekly switchoff between us and SFist Sarah L. We'll try again in a few weeks, and we also briefly considered just not doing something this week, and then we thought, . So here we are! more ›

Last week's winner, the SF Weekly: Gosh, the Chron seems awfully enthralled with that Zodiac movie, doesn't it? Also, more on the Leno/Migden throwdown, quoting Paul Hogarth from Beyond Chron (who now supports Leno). Cover article: An awesome piece about mentally ill dogs. Who knew bordie collies got OCD? Meredith goes to the Presidio Social Club; SFist Ced gruffly concedes maybe she's been doing a good job lately. Let's Get Killed laments the new boring indie rock. Speaking of rock, why's the Clipse so into cocaine? And another independent magazine (Arthur, an indie rock anarchist publication) bites the dust. more ›