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Tuesday night at the Eureka Theater, SF Sketchfest presented an up-tempo, mostly hysterical conglomeration of audio-visual entertainment. Interesting that this was Sketchfest's first-ever video night, when it's exactly the kind of evening you'd think would go by the wayside our YouTube world. (Hell, we've even got a video on YouTube, and we don't own a camera!)

With the Yoga Journal conference going on at the same time as SF Sketchfest, SFist didn't know which way to turn. So, we spent the weekend in child's pose. Then, still feeling childish, we took our big sister to the Sketchfest tribute to Paul Reubens Monday night at the Palace of Fine Arts.

Friday night may have kicked off the 14th Annual Kung Pao Kosher Comedy soiree, but it was our first. Though we're clearly members of the target audience for a December night of comedy by, for and about Jews, we somehow managed never to attend. We were Kung Pao virgins. But no longer.

The last time we saw The Who, we were fairly certain we were witnessing a farewell tour. The ebullient and explosive Keith Moon was already dead, replaced by serviceable former Small Face, Kenney Jones. John Entwistle was rock steady but looked a little bored. Roger Daltrey was on the verge of developing a bit too much paunch for his iconic shirtlessness. And Pete Townshend was already experiencing symptoms of his potentially career-ending tinnitus. It was 1982. Boy, were we wrong.

Star theater reviewer SFist Karen is too modest to tell you about this herself, so it falls to untutored us to pass along the following production by Karen's own troupe, Black Box Theatre, whose mission is to bring theater to the Internet.

SFist Karen catches some Andy Goldsworthy-esque art on the beach.

. Then we got an email from SFist Karen, asking if anyone had heard about a fire around Stockton Street. We checked the breaking news and it turns out there was a track fire on the BART between the Embarcadero and Montgomery Street stops. Witnesses (including SFist Karen) report seeing a black plume of smoke from street vents in the area. That means BART hasn't yet named a new pope, right?

We've been hoping that at least one of our online reserves would come in, as we're presently library book free. So many times a day we check our email hoping for a notice telling us that has arrived, only to be confronted by the usual opportunities for fake Rolexes and "male enhancement patches". It's just not the same. But don't cry for us quite yet, as we do have plenty of recent purchases from a local independent bookstore -- but why is it that our just out of reach desires seem so much more appealing than those in our grasp?

Today, because we screwed up last week, there's a double-shot of Stage Fog, your weekly roundup of the most interesting theater happening around the bay.

Stage Fog returns with an entry from new contributor SFist Karen.

This week: collaborations galore on stage.