Results tagged “rehab”

Each Tuesday we will feature new music that should (or whatever) be on your radar. Standouts: (There are no major standouts this week) Please Let Us Know What You Think About: 1. Amy Winehouse - Frank: Winehouse doesn't have much luck - her last single, "Rehab," was so deliciously repetitive that it apparently drove her into exhaustion rehab. Will her next single be "Fuck Me Pumps" or "Amy Amy Amy"? We hope that nothing gets...

The dude who plunked down $752,467 to get the home-run ball that is #756 has decided to put it up to an online vote as to what to do with it

Update: See Paul's comment below about why they had to do what they did, and what they're doing about it.

, a documentary about a pair of (local) identical twins, one of whom is transgender, for the Frameline LGBT film festival.

How can mainstream comedy be dead when is all about inventive delivery? (Get it? "Delivery?")

Set the rumor mill to spin: the latest word we're hearing is that everyone's favorite unstable gum-chewing rehab-graduating baldie mommy Britney Spears is making an attempted career revival at the Red Devil Lounge Monday night.

guys is pretty funny. Is payola coming back for web radio? And no more crack rap, please. Also, a birthday party for John Adams, and Savage Love forgot about adoption.

As a Vans salesman recently told us, "Yo, Sis, this is fresh!" Maybe so.

It's time for SFist Answers, trying to enjoy the weather from inside today.

And it's the (drum roll please)....BART. BART?

The Gavin Newsom Mea Culpa tour continues on as he put on his hair shirt on (with matching blue tie) and sat down with CBS 5's Hank Plante to talk about his rather crappy past couple of weeks.

You think Gavin Newsom'll shave off all his hair next, just like rehabbing Britney Spears?

One of those things you learn in rehab is to take it one day at a time (Valerie Bertinelli notwithstanding), though Valentine's Day can be one of the more excruciating days to get through, just dealing with the high schoolers on MUNI with the balloons, oversized stuffed animals and flowers alone. Difficult as it may be, remember, tomorrow it's all over and the candy is on sale.

Hey, does anyone know what the mayor of San Francisco's up to?

Valentine's Day is only a few days away, and we here across the Gothamist network wanted to express would like to tell you, in the spirit of the holiday, just how much we love you, our readers. Don't let it get to your heads, though. There are plenty of things we love, you included. Just be glad you're not amongst the things we hate.

It's all about sex and land use around here in San Francisco, as kink.com (probably NSFW) moves into the Mission Armory and gets the official not-very-welcome wagon greeting from fifty community members yesterday, who braved the rain to protest the online porn industry. Much to the protestors' chagrin, though, it turns out kink.com has already moved in and started filming, and they didn't need to get permission from anyone to do so.

Here's the good news: there really isn't any news. Then again, who would know in the midst of the wall-to-wall Anna Nicole coverage? Oh, there was a staff shakeup and Gavin made a joke, but there really is nothing out there. No earth-shaking revelation, no new story of Gavin's lonely life living a Frank Sinatra tune, no clash with reporters. We guess that'll happen tomorrow for Fake Question Time II. That should be fun.

We don't mean to pour on the haterade, but we couldn't help but dedicate Amy Winehouse's "Rehab" to Gavin. In a perfect world, he would dance around to this song every morning while he picks out ties and logs onto SFist. Work it, Big G!

p>Right on the Heels of Gavin's Announcement that he was going into rehab for drinking comes... you guessed it: San Francisco Strong Beer Month!

We really dread to be doing this, again, but here it is, your recap of the reaction to Gavin's admission that he's seeking counseling for booze. Or, as the NY Post puts it, "S.F. Sex Mayor In Booze RX." You know, we used to joke with our fellow -ists about how exciting our Mayor is compared to their boring, dreary Mayors (Gothamist's biggest scandal concerning Bloomberg was that he has bad fashion sense) but we're kind of over it.

The fallout of Gavin’s Bad Week has taken another turn, much to SFist's already bored chagrin, in that he just announced today that he's going to seek counseling for boozing. Now that "the Sopranos" is over, maybe that could be the sequel-- Dr. Melfi takes on as her new patient a handsome but troubled Mayor who breaks down everytime he sees snowy plovers by a pool. Newsom apparently told all of his Department Heads today what's up and to let them know that it won't entail him going into rehab so he'll be around to be Mayor. There goes our fantasy of him hanging with Lindsey Lohan and Mike Tyson in rehab. We also wonder if he'll do AA like Ruby did and so have to confess to everyone who he has wronged. Imagine that press conference.

Commenter and Friend of SFist Greg Dewar's running his semi-regular Blog Post Of The Election Mailers (also known as the Disinfo Rehab Mail Archive), where he collects all the political mailers sent out in San Francisco and posts them as a photomontage on his blog. Check out the last election cycle here.

Fall premiere week has officially begun and our TiVos are practically shivering in anticipation. (That would explain the fairly regular stop-and-start recordings we've been getting recently. Perhaps we should invest in one of those dual-tuner jobies? Sweet!)

Cal is all over the blotter these days -- this time over a co-op, where 13 fun-loving residents had to go to the hospital after someone put something a little bit too funny in the space brownies. Two students and one recent grad have been arrested, and the cops are doing an analysis of the brownies (and cookie dough) in question. A house manager at the coop said, "We do not officially condone any of their actions." Why the weird use of the adverb "officially" there?

As our cab pulled up to the Castro Thursday night, our driver said "ANOTHER film festival? Don't we have one of those every week?" While a look at our email inbox indicates that he's not that far off base, dude, it's IndieFest! If IndieFest happened every week, we'd be in the hospital, rehab, or morgue, but we would have had a hell of a time getting there.

It's been a year of farewells for the Giants and after saying goodbye to Marquis, Woody, and J.T., the Giants officially bid adieu to another Giant of the early aught era, Rusty. Rusty was a bell and whistle in the bells and whistle laden Pac Bell Park when it opened. He was a mechanical robot stationed in right field who was supposed to come out during various parts of the game and do, well, we don't know what he was supposed to do because he never actually did do. Once the 2000 season started, Rusty was felled by mechanical issues and rarely made an appearance, although some would say "mechanical issues" really meant "sucked ass." Rusty was pretty much looked at with disdain since his announcement, kind of like Edgardo Alfonzo, and his loss will probably be mourned by no one. Also like Alfonzo.

SFist welcomes some new members of the family -- in English and in French (anybody want to contribute in Mandarin?). Oh, and Rehab the Crab!

The Giants and the Mariners are bad this year. Here at A's Brand Baseball, we take no special pleasure in writing that, nor do we do so in order to taunt the other baseball fans and writers on SFist. (OK, maybe a little of the latter.) Rather, we simply want to point out that when the A's won nine of ten games against those two sorry-a$$ teams at the end of June, it didn't necessarily mean much. The home nine continued its hot streak, though, and took two out of three at home from the Chicago White Sox, who still carry the best record in the majors. After Tuesday night's eleven-inning victory over the Blue Jays in Toronto, the A's find themselves with forty-one wins and forty-one losses.

With the weather turning nice and spring in the air, Giants' fans can't but help feeling a little hopeful these days. After a few dark, dark weeks, things are looking a bit up, especially in light of last night's 5-3 victory over the dastardly Dodgers and a truimphant return to .500 ball. Schmidt's off the DL and hitting them out, Barry has been cleared to start rehab, Jerome Williams is pitching better in Fresno, Noah Lowry snapped out of his funk, they took two from the A's, and they unveiled maybe the coolest alternate jersey in sports history. And wow, those A's fans are particularly testy these days, especially in regards to cracks about their Fearless Leader. More importantly, it looks like they found themselves a real, genuine closer. Ladies and Gentleman, may we introduce your new Giants savior, Tyler Walker. He of seven saves in eight chances, six since May 12. With two more games against LA and a weekend series against the first place Friars, the Giants can get back into the thick of things.