As SFist pointed out yesterday, Macworld nerds are going nuts on Twitter over the summer-like weather we're having in SF while half the country is getting two feet dumped on their front porch.  And while I'm all for a little Twitter trash talk (“Snow?  Ohhhhhh snap. I BET you didn't see that one coming!”), this video takes the cake.

Local mission residents gathered to celebrate the glory of Christ late December 25th. Trenton Davies, 31, attended the event after a facebook event notified him that Marcie Graves, 22, was attending.

Trenton Davies, far left, celebrates the birth of the Baby Jesus

”I was surprised, it's entirely different social circles. I only met Trenton once at a bar in the Marina”, says Graves. “I have to admit, when I added him as a friend, I was pretty drunk.”

Trenton arrived to the dinner fourty five minutes late, shortly after everyone sat down to eat. He had brought a bottle of Delicato Merlot, which he opened in the hallway. He asked everyone what was “sup” and sat himself at a place reserved for Thomas Hanes, who had excused himself to use the restroom. When he returned he found Trenton at his seat, filling his wine into Hanes' glass.

“I didn't know what to think. I assume he just made a mistake. It wasn't till later that I found out he was a jackass,” said Hanes.

Dinner conversation was sparse. Trenton was sitting uncomfortably close to Graves when he asked, “so seriously, we should hang out, you know?”

After being rejected by Graves, Trenton turned to the group of single, male members of the party for support located in the kitchen.

Trenton, far left, joins as Hanes, far right, welcomes him to the group.

Tensions eased when a mutual interest was shared: shots of Jameson whiskey. One man in a Mission themed t-shirt was heard to say, “..and that is the true meaning of Christmas or whatever.”

There's a fairly interesting thread on reddit on how one could personify a city without using demographics based on John Berger's famous quote, “Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and in this hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.

As you could imagine, most of the personifications involve drinking problems, lousy fashion tastes, and pubic hair.  However, much like the city itself, San Francisco comes in and steals the show:

San Francisco is a twenty something guy with skinny jeans and an asymmetrical haircut. He likes to point out how he always has the best coffee, tea and weed, and only eats fair trade and humanely raised meat. Which is true, however his parents still pay the rent.

I read this hipster bashing and was all “lllaaaammmmmeeeeeeeeeee.”  And right before I dismissed this entire experiment, this guy saved the day:

San Francisco is a classy weathered beauty who likes to tempt the younger generation. You know her; the Mrs Robinson type who’s always having parties in her fabulously renovated Victorian and getting the local college kids drunk. When you knock she arrives at the door in an on-trend dress that’s not too flashy with a gong and two double-shots of vodka. “Guess which one’s good and it’s dirty martinis all night. Pick the shit vodka you’re stuck with it.” Then with a randy grin she whispers “Show me you know a good thing when you taste it.” You sip, distracted by her tits. (She noticed). One has the aroma of a plastic bottle, so you pick the other. She bangs the gong loudly. “Olshfski picked the Kauffman!” The party roars with drunken appreciation. For you, the party starts. For San Francisco, it’s just another Tuesday night.

Congratulations, good sir, you win a crappy photoshop of a San Francisco Potato Head.

It's December, which means it is the time of the year in which every non-profit not just wants your money, but REALLY wants your money.  Well, San Francisco-based comedy troupe/comedy school Killing My Lobster (makers of the acclaimed Coffee Wars, Man Vs. Wild: Berkeley, and Oakland! shorts) also REALLY wants your money.  Only, instead of showing you pictures of starving children, meth addicts, and puppies, their call for donations is full of costumed individuals.  What do they want the money for?  Office Space.  Equipment rentals.  And more costumes, of course.

Donate, if you're so inclined.