In the middle part of the 19th century, a thick set of whiskers were an essential facial feature of every man of Victorian respectability.
Whiskerless Waiters at the Palace Hotel
How To Piss Off a Blogger
Okay, we're going to have a little fun at someone's expense here, but we feel that they deserve it. Or at least, we deserve to. Because we feel rather jerked around, and were ready to ignore it, but recent events have made us feel all the more belittled. So with our viciously sharp HTML claws, we'd like to dig in to the Blog Business Summit's PR department.
The Masses: Consider Them Risen Up
We were simply dumbstruck by how gigantic the crowd was - it just kept coming...and coming...and coming. The best bit came when the head of the procession passed by the strikers at The Palace Hotel on New Montgomery. For a couple of minutes, the giant crowd paused in the street and joined the shouts of the workers - oh, those uppity San Francisco liberals; they've never met a protest they didn't like. But joking aside, it was pretty remarkable to see a small 20-person strike line swell its numbers fifty-fold within a matter of moments. In case there was any doubt, the strikers want contracts, they want them now, and a crowd of 1,000 people think that they should get just that. The march was organized by International Answer, which keeps itself plenty busy 'round these parts and would be very pleased to have your support.

