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SFist's very own Charles Hodgkins (the man behind our uber-awesome Blocker feature) is actually best known for his wit, wisdom, and whimsy when it comes to the consumption and reviewing of burritos. While we've interviewed him, shortly before he started contributing, Charles made the big time this morning, with a short interview being printed -- yes, printed, as in newsprint and and ink and stuff -- in the San Francisco Examiner.

San Francisco seems a little darker this week, with the passing of former Chronicle photo editor Bob McLeod this Monday.

The Philip Anschutz owned San Francisco Examiner announced yesterday that current Executive Editor Vivienne Sosnowski is replacing John Wilpers as editor-in-chief at the Washington Examiner.

">class gyms and fighters in the Bay Area, SFist has always wondered why the San Francisco Golden Gloves has evolved into more of a fighter friends and family event than a fan-oriented competition, as it was when established in 1931. In years past we've witnessed the Gloves from the bleachers of the Cow Palace, where remnants of hay and manure from last week's rodeo made us feel more like we were at Fight Night at the State Fair than at San Francisco's oldest sports franchise.

Of course SFist is of the opinion that The Sopranos is the only good thing that's been on television in the last decade or two. Sure, there's stuff that's entertaining all over TV -- but in more of a "can't turn away from the impending trainwreck" way than a "oh my God, the artistry!" kind of way. But airing after the Sopranos last season was a show called Deadwood, which told the tale of Wild Bill Hickock's death in a territorial mining camp in South Dakota. The screenwriting is incredibly salacious, with sex, drugs and murder abounding in every episode. And we love it!

We thought that maybe, just maybe, catching Ben Wallace, Tayshaun Prince, Rasheed Wallace and Richard Hamilton, pictured, leaving an Oakland nightclub at 2:15 am Sunday morning might mean a Warriors win. No luck -- the 'Stons slapped The City around 94-88. We hope the bitches at the club were treated better than the bitches at the Arena in Oakland.

As you've probably figured out by now, SFist has a tendency to crush on people, especially people in the media. Granted, we're also known to have petty rivalries with people, again, especially in the media. Well, one object of our affection is Adriel Hampton, who's not only an actual journalist with the San Francisco Examiner, but a blogger as well. See, Meredith Brody and Mick LaSalle? Go start a blog and maybe we won't harsh on you constantly. Okay, nevermind -- that didn't work for Jerry Brown. See what we mean about the petty rivalries? So we should say start a blog, link to us repeatedly and shill our merchandise. Then we'll talk.

Women working retail alone can breathe a sigh of relief, because the "Good Ol' Boy Bandit" suspect has been captured. This guy was making a business of robbing stores in the Haight and Fillmore where women work alone at night. He'd threaten them with a four-inch hunting knife to get them to give up the dough, and was nicknamed the Good Ol' Boy Bandit because of his thick southern accent...and what do you know, it turns out that the suspect, Brian Mark Joyce, (age 30) is from Hillsborough, Alabama.