— By Jane Parton |
But when I posted about Spanky and his awesome liquor store man-purse on my personal blog, Kevin told me such posts would be Uptown-appropriate, so …
I gaped, ooohed and ahhed like a fuckin’ dork throughout this entire clip, but justifiably, because this is so, so good.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
This Belizean beer company sure knows how to market themselves. The badboys at Belikin welded their logo to bike racks and put them around town. Gold. I feel like beer companies in the Yay should start doing this: SF loves bikes, bikes and booze go together like William Shatner and dead baby jokes, and our broke-ass city need more bike racks and as long as a cool brand that the city already identifies with / could identify with if the company’s marketing team told us to identify with them is footing the bill, we could have hella bike racks sporting rad aluminum logos too. Whose snatch do I have to give lackluster head to at city hall to get a bunch of Uptown Almanac bike racks outside The Uptown?
— By Laura B |
Seriously. In the words of someone much wiser than myself, “if you’re picking people who are good at internet, maybe you should be better at it yourself?” Also, daaaaaaaaang, YOU GUYS REALLY. Finally, TOTALLY VOTE FOR US, riiiiiiight? It looks like about thirty people have voted and there are about thirty people who read this site so we can take this with very little effort. OH MAN NOW WHEN IF WE DON’T WIN SO EMBARRASSING.
— By Jane Parton |
I sat across from this man on BART on my way home this evening.
He had on tight pants with a few well-placed paint splats, a Native American-inspired knit sweater and a pair of Nikes, mini keg in tow, all of which would suggest hipster. But he was also a bit smelly, nearly toothless and singing to himself, which leads me to conclude homeless. My favorite part of this whole situation, though, is the sign he’s sitting under, imploring me to befriend him. I must admit I was tempted to introduce myself to this gentleman. I mean, come on, who wouldn’t want this guy on their team?
— By Kate Horton |
(via splinteryourspine, hat tip to generic)
— By Brizz |
Now, like most of you I’m sure, I like to pretend that me & Timmy Lincecum are bros. In my mind, we grab beers together, go on bike rides, play catch in the park, and I even smoke weed with him every once in awhile even though I don’t smoke weed. Still, I was a little surprised to see that this girl right here, not only met Timmy in Arizona and hung out with him all weekend, but somehow convinced him to sign her personalized “Mary Jane” Lincecum jersey. Good job!
In other news, I’m busy trying to scrape together enough change to buy an Opening Day ticket. Wish me luck.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
You Might Find Yourself, who is evidently broke and tactful as fuck because he’s shoving Google ads all up in his RSS feed, alters us to this killer deal over at Walmart. I feel like this is our generation’s Green Album.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
From Chava:
I don’t know whether to immediately get a ticket, go to temple and pray for hipster forgiveness, or cry.
The best part of this whole thing is that it WONT BE KOSHER FOR PASSOVER because it is presumably going to be cooked in Mission Beach’s trayf kitchen. WIN. FAIL. Argh, internets, which is it today?
Heeb Magazine is partnering with Mission Beach Café for its annual Slow Food Seder. Traditional Jewish dishes, made with fresh, seasonal, local and organic ingredients, will be served alongside the very best in new American fare. It’s both a Passover dinner and fine dining experience.
The meal is $55 per person for four courses, excluding tax and gratuity. For reservations, call (415) 861-0198 or book online at http://www.missionbeachcafesf.com. Menu below.
There was no menu below.
(Link)
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Bike Snob NYC alerts us to a ridiculous how-to video shot in Dolores Park. Of course, anyone who has ever actually ridden a bike in the bay knows that bike thieves will just bust your rear triangle to parts your bike out. NEXT.
That sait, someone who is cool points out the obvious.
What a rad twitter handle. I think I’m going to change mine to kevinisabloggerthatnoonereadsandismildlyinteresting. Dang, it’s too long.
— By Laura B |
I’ll by busy TRAMPOLINING (is that a word? what’s google??) for the next ten thousand years on the new giant trampolines in the presidio. Yes, giant trampolines in San Francisco. I’m about to be fat, white, and high as a kite! Those dudes know what I’m talking about! Let’s do this!
SF Appeal has all the details, per usual.