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We were idiots this morning and clicked on a Google ad this morning for The Hayes, that new condo building on Page near Market. We bike past it nearly every morning, and we were curious as to what it looked like inside. When the window popped up, we were immediately irritated because an idiotic faux-cool downtempo ambient electronic track started randomly playing - we couldn't find a mute button on the site because it waited about a minute before popping up a little player window. more ›

They must. Otherwise the store would go out of business. more ›

We were in the Upper Haight last night, walking with friends along the street to the Magnolia for a late-ish dinner. We walked past a small group of punk-ish kids sitting on the street with a "give us some money [insert ironic saying here]" sign. They were talking with a guy who was standing there with a beautiful husky dog on a leash. We'll repeat - that dog was gorgeous. more ›

But that's the entire point! Anyway, RicardoSF tells us in the comments section here that: more ›

See this picture? Well, it's supposed to be of a grey Ford Taurus taken by our camera phone, but as you can see, it didn't come out. What this picture is supposed to show is the license plate # of a car with two people in it who, while stuck in traffic on 6th street, rolled down the window and dumped off the entire contents of some fast food trash onto the street. Right there. In plain day light. Just like that. Seriously, what the f---? What the hell makes somebody think that's right? Don't they know that Woodsy the Owl says they should give a hoot and don't pollute? more ›

As much as it amuses us to know how many of our straight male friends will actually click on a link promising naked pictures of teenage girls, we really feel the need to implore all of our MySpace friends out there to resist the temptation. more ›

We had been a proud, satisfied owner of an Apple PowerBook for a little over two years (and a blue-and-white G3 for five years before that) when it all went quickly downhill last November. Our computer started making these frightening, crackling, static, grinding noises, accompanied by nonsensical beeps, and then it crashed hard. We did an "erase and reinstall," which bought us about two weeks. Then, we had to pay our first somewhat quick... more ›

True story from a crowded J-Church this morning. We were sitting quietly, a little zoned out, holding the 20 oz. cup of coffee that we'd obtained at our neighborhood cafe with both of our hands, which had become rather cold from time outside. Yes, we had a lid on it. The J-Church, particularly when it's on the streets heading from Dolores Park up to Market St., is a little herky-jerky. One well-known hazard faced by regular MUNI riders (whether bus or street car): you take a risk if you stand or try to move in advance of the vehicle actually coming to a complete stop. Chances are good you might take a dive if you try it. Hasn't this happened to most of us at one time or another? more ›

So, we were just reading the newswires, and came across this story of how one of Yahoo's co-founders, Jerry Yang, has been named CEO. Well, "yahoo" for him . . . we guess. Perhaps he'll help trickle down some better business practices. Or solve one weird and annoying one in particular. more ›

Hey kids, remember Critical Mass? Did you know it still happens? Why, we haven't heard that much of them since the Great Bicycle Uprising in 1997 when they (or the police) staged a mini-riot after His Willieness tried to crack down on them. Today, they're back in the news as a new story of wild behavior is making the rounds. The story comes from today's Matier & Ross and to make a long story short, a nice, typical mini-van owning, suburban family was out in the city celebrating a birthday and got caught right smack-dab in the middle of Critical Mass. According to the story, it quickly devolved into Bikers Gone Wild. more ›

The Chron ran an article on Sunday that we really, really wanted to write some commentary on after reading it. "Food bloggers dish up plates of spicy criticism"; subhead "Formerly formal discipline of reviewing becomes a free-for-all for online amateurs." We really wanted to say something because, well, we think it's a huge load of crap, and somebody, aside from one of the injured parties, has to call bullsh**. For crying out loud, they upset our beloved Tablehopper. They took her quote out of context. How dare you, sirs. How dare you? more ›

type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"> We decided not to post your picture because we've seen enough of y'all to last a lifetime. Here's Gwen Stefani's video for "Sweet Escape" instead. As our blog hero, Perez Hilton, once said: "Jesus, get over yourselves...you're not even the poor man's TomKat!" more ›

Every once in awhile, SFist likes to get out of our pajamas and take the SFist show on the road. So we pick up our trusty laptop and head on out to go work at a coffee shop. There's one we especially like to go to-- it's small, extremely cute and cozy, and has plenty of outlets for everyone to plug in. There's only one problem, though, and that even at like two in the afternoon, they're usually too full for us to get a table. And so we go to another place only to discover that they too are completely full. It's two in the afternoon, doesn't anybody have jobs? more ›

Friend of SFist Peggy saw our story on bad people parking in bad ways and sent an e-mail telling us of her tales of parking woes. She also sent to us the e-mail exchange she had with the Taraval Station Police Department about what to do about her problems. more ›

We're not big fans of airport security. We know, we know, post 9/11 reality and we must put up with whatever to make the world safe for democracy and all that. And we'd be down, really, if the measures made sense but they don't. They're all pretty stupid, actually. Like that liquid ban which was done after that alleged plot involving liquid explosives. That's a total joke because the reality is that in order to build the bomb the terrorists would have to have created some sort of chem lab in the airplane in order to build it. We just don't see that working And don't even get us started on the whole shoe thing. If we ever ran into the alleged shoe-bomber, we'd personally beat the snot out of him for making it so we had to take off our shoes everytime we boarded a plane. Talk about dumb ass. more ›

We know the frustration of driving around the block, constantly searching for a parking spot. We're guessing we’re not the only SFister who occasionally has to drive (for work) that may sometimes feel this way. Been there, done that. It’s likely not news to anyone, and we hope we don’t receive angry comments telling us we shouldn't be driving at all in our fair city. more ›

Okay, so you're a dad. It's Sunday and for whatever reason, it's your turn with the kids. Deep down, all you want to do that day is watch some football and go see "The Departed, " but, unfortunately, you have the kids. So, do you: a)Rent a DVD and watch something at home with the kids and see the movie later without the kids b)Go to another movie instead and see the movie later without the kids c)Find a baby sitter and see the movie without the kids or d)Say what the hell and take the kiddies to the movie anyways. After all, it's only a Scorsese flick about gangsters, how bad could it be? So, do you: a)Rent a dvd and watch something at home with the kids and see the movie later without the kids b)Go to another movie instead and see the movie later without the kids c)Find a baby sitter and see the movie without the kids or d)Say what the hell and take the kiddies to the movie anyways. It's only a Scorcese flick about gangsters, how adult could it be? more ›

We got home late last night around twelve, parked the car in the garage, and set off towards home. As we walked down the alleyway on which our garage is, we passed an awning in front of those new fangled condos only to see a homeless dude, down on his knees, just finishing up the depantsing of his female cohort. Let's just say, umm, that he was in a prone position. more ›

We here at SFist feel compelled to write about the latest outrage coming out of Crawford Texas these days. No, not the whole War on Terror thing, but the word on the street being that one of W's Summer Beach Reading Books is Albert Camus' "The Stranger." Apparently, he was so taken by it that he debated it with Tony Snow. We can only imagine the conversation too: "See, 'The Stranger' is a book about philosophy, which means the author, Cay-Moo, philosiphizes. He's a philosopher. I find what he says interesting." more ›

If changes aren't made, there could be problems housing the athletes. What dumbass decided to put the athletes up at the old Hunters’ Point shipyard in an “Olympic Village”? Why house people in an area that already is saddled with impressions that it’s unsafe and filled with crime? The weather's warm, but it's a neighborhood said to be in need of re-developing -- more business, more programs, more support. On the other hand, maybe the Bayview Hunter’s Point district would magically get the funds, attention and police coverage it needs, along with more services for its residents. With the whole world watching, we’re betting the higher ups would get it all cleaned up just in time. In between our own elite training exercises of raising our fork and lifting beer bottles, we'll be watching. more ›

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After a long day following a long week, we stumbled home to our apartment around midnight Saturday night looking forward to nothing but a long, restful sleep and an early morning rise to go to the gym. We didn't get it. Turns out our courtyard neighbors decided to throw a party that night. In the courtyard. So what we got that night instead was loud noises til 3 in the morning, not very restful sleep, and a late start to the gym followed by much napping-- an entire day's worth of plans shot down by the blasting of ? and the Mysterians "96 Tears" at 1:30 at night. We were not amused. more ›

One of our favorite things about baseball is the 7th Inning Stretch. There's something about a stadium full of people standing up and singing a completely quaint, nearly 100 year-old-song in our jaded, post-post punk, post-post modern, post-post-ironic age that gives us the warm fuzzies. But at last Sunday's Giants game, the Giants continued on with a new tradition that is slowly and quickly ruining the 7th Inning Stretch-- the playing of "God Bless America" right before "Take Me Out to the Ballgame." And yes, we do hate America, why do you ask? more ›

We don't know who is the U.S. Postal Services equivalent of Mr. Ford, but here is our open letter nonetheless. more ›

This weather? Bugs. Bugs us all to hell. It's not that it's rainy. We can handle the rain, or at least be okay with it. It's always rainy this time of year. No. What's getting to us is the whole schizo-ness of the weather. First it's sunny. Then it rains. For about ten minutes. Then it stops for a few hours. Then it rains again for a few minutes. Then it's sunny again. For a few minutes. Then it rains again, usually at the exact moment we get off of BART or are coming back from lunch. more ›

Don't hate Wednesday because she's beautiful. Tonight: The Theatre of Yugen presents an evening of geckos and moonlight by Czech-Japanese Butoh dancer Ryuzo Fukuhara. Butoh is a type of modern dance that originated in post-WWII Japan, and "it is a departure from expression bounding towards transformation. Butoh is a state of being present, hanging between light and darkness; it is dance that thrives on change." We're not entirely sure what that means, but it sounds cool. $15, 8 p.m., at NOHspace, at 2840 Mariposa between Florida and Alabama. Thursday: We really need to work ourselves up into a true SFist Rants frenzy about Chronicle columnist Jane Ganahl, who's just not one bit unhappy about being middle-aged and single, oh no oh no! Ganahl another other contributors will be reading from the new book she edited, called "Single Women of a Certain Age," about -- you guessed it -- being middle-aged and single. We hope there's no self-loathing involved. $7, 6 p.m., at the Mechanics' Institute Library (57 Post Street, near Market). and Friday: The jug of water, the microphone, the three-legged stool ...who doesn't love a poetry slam? Youth Speaks kicks off the San Francisco preliminary rounds of the 10th Annual Youth Poetry Slam tonight at Galeria de la Raza. 7 p.m., 2857 24th Street (between Mission and Valencia), $6. Picture of Ryuzo Fukuhara by Dana Jesswein more ›