— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Why are you not reading Hood Rat Stuff yet?
Also, be sure to follow his coverage of the Dolores Park Ninjas.
— By Jane Parton |
So curiosity (and not-at-all-420-related munchies) led my two friends and I to sample the controversial unsandwich known at KFC as the “Double Down.”
The Double Down consists of two pieces of boneless fried chicken, with jack cheese, bacon and the Colonel’s special sauce in between. Pretty appalling. With 540 calories, 32 grams of fat and 1380 milligrams of sodium, it’s truly a heartstopper. Reviews? I say … blech, bacon plus fried chicken is just too much, and I felt stomach acid and nausea before I even finished eating. I do not recommend it. My friend George somewhat agrees. My friend Ryan, on the other hand, is totally on board, proclaiming the Double Down his “new Burger King Quad Stacker.”
Has anyone else tried this monstrosity? Reactions?
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I know this is from late 2009 and I’m hella behind the curve but just look at that sick shot of Twin Peaks. There is so much other sick stuff on this site. Like a sick pic of people building a building! And one of our sick foggy beach! And a Bill O’Reilly quote! Sick!
(San Francisco of Pictory | photo by Naz Hamid)
— By Jane Parton |
OK, first off, don’t judge me for that gross chipped nail polish. We all have casualties involved due to our lifestyles, and this week, that’s been mine.
As far as the door hanger/flyer goes: BRILLIANT. This is so much more effective than the sock-on-doorknob method to inform roommates that you’re busy - as my friend Ryan would say - “beatin’ guts.” I live alone, and even so, I’m kind of tempted to hang it outside my front door, just so my across the hall neighbor knows that she’s not the only person who’s gettin’ some … except, for honesty’s sake, I’d have to cross out “call” on the flyer and write in “text.” Was that TMI?
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I don’t remember where I saw this first (sorryboutit, ‘internet journalism’), but when I heard they were talking about “The Mission” on The View, I was kind of excited. Then I realized they were talking about La Mission. Zzzzz. But still, the beginning of the interview Whoopi makes the claim that “people don’t know about the Mission.” Really? I mean, I suppose that is true on some levels. When it comes to Latino culture, then definitely. But what about the art/fixie/fashion/’weird ice cream flavors’/”I heard about My First Earthquake before you did”/alcoholism? A lot of that “San Francisco brand-awareness” is coming right from the Mission. True, most people can’t point to it on a map but that’s what google search is for.
BTdubs Whoopi, loved you in Sister Act. Outter Mission/Noe Valley love!
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— By Jane Parton |
I guess “unabashed sex on the street” (albeit with use of a barrier method) comes after “spiritual awakening”?
Found on Haight & Central; most of the condom wrappers appeared to be empty! Pretty bad ass.
Does this mean I should take back all the insulting things I’ve said about Haight Street crusties, who I feel I can safely assume are responsible for this bit of sidewalk detritus? Sometimes when I get hassled by these kids I just can’t help telling them that if they need money they should go back to Danville and ask their parents … but hey, at least protection is coming into play here. Thank god for well-funded middle school sex ed in the public schools of affluent Bay Area suburbs!
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Marc Caswell of the Western Addition sent this as a response to our post on the Sit/Lie graffiti:
It is already illegal to block the sidewalk in San Francisco, which is a real problem, especially for people with disabilities, by SF Administrative Code Section 1, Article 22. But the newly proposed Sit/Lie law would really just allow the cops to get more aggressive on anyone they feel like, be it protesters, park(ing) Day parties, sidewalk sales, or people just having fun on the sidewalk, and, of course, low-income folks. Remember, many people moved to San Francisco for its vibrant public life, so criminalizing merely existing on the sidewalk is counter to everything San Francisco stands for.
The law isn’t really the issue—it’s the message it sends to cops & the community that I have a problem with—and the idea of banning a specific physical act in a public space (that isn’t lewd or lascivious) seems insanely ridiculous. Of course, we can all sit in our cars at parking meters all day (the Tenderloin this happens a lot)—and that wouldn’t be illegal—so if you own a car, you can sit on public space (inside your car)… but meanwhile, you’re outta luck if you don’t.
The specific intent of the law—to limit street drug dealing or violence/threatening behavior—I don’t really see how sitting or lying relates to it. You usually want to stand up when doing either of those actions, so this law is really just a red herring to allow cops to get hard-line on anyone they feel like on the streets. And of course, this issue has been framed as a response to the current problems in the Upper Haight, but the law would be applicable city-wide. If they wanted to, those who support it could easily create a special district to enforce the sit/lie policy only in Haight, but they haven’t for obvious reasons.
Of course, this is all part of the bigger game. Just as then-supervisor Gavin Newsom introduced a resolution to put a similar Quality of Life issue, “Care Not Cash” on the ballot for the first major District elections vote in November 2002, he and his conservative allies are doing it again: they want to turn out those voters who are “sick and tired” of panhandling and poor people, who will hopefully vote against the strong progressive movement in San Francisco. It’s all a big shell game, but in the end, if San Franciscans lose the right to exist on a sidewalk unless they are traveling from Point A to Point B, will we be a better, or worse off city?
Thanks Marc!
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I’ve been spotting this guy sleeping against this garage on 18th for a while now. Can’t help but think the homeowners had a sense of humor about it and graffed their own garage door.
(photo by sangroncito)
— By Laura B |
I guess boy bands realize that they can’t film everything in a Los Angeles sound studio and since LA is ugly as shit, they had to travel up here for some hot video. In related news, both of these songs are THE JAM.
JT is all, “Osha Thai is so tasty you see, bring more of that pad thai to meeeeee….” I don’t know, I’m cracking up over here, that shot is amazing. Also, he looks just like Joey from Blossom right there. WHOA!
Full video amazingness below:
Et tu, 98 Degrees!??
Nice 98º tattoo on your arm, bro. Bet that aged well.
AND I LEAVE YOU WITH THIS:
I can never look at the bay in the same way again. This just totally ruined sex for me. Yes, that’s how I do sex. Let your mind run wild, enjoy the show!
Hat tip to the incomparable Eddo!
— By Jane Parton |
Am I a terrible person for laughing at this?
Hippest Girl in Town - 28 (mission district)
Dear girl I follow on Facebook,
I sometimes see you on the street, but I can’t really remember how or if we know each other so I don’t say “Hi”. Once we passed each other on the sidewalk—at least I think that was you— and you smiled when I smiled, but we kept walking. I’d like to say “You’re gorgeous” in some way that wouldn’t creep you out. Maybe if I mentioned that I don’t think we’d actually get along. You seem to be pretty into your looks and lifestyle, and I’m.. well I’m simple. “Simple” like pancakes simple. Simple like bike rides to the ocean, iced tea, solid colors, Lynyrd Skynyrd, and good old fashioned guy meets girl cutesy romance. That’s okay; you’ve got style and I admire it. I’m honestly not a creeper. I’m on too many social networks to be shady. I just wonder if maybe next time I see you it might be alright to holler at you. I’m usually rolling around looking for people I know, and I wouldn’t mind you being one of them.
Posthumously
Biggest Bike Nerd in Town
(Read it all here.)
I’m not sure why, out of all the tragic missed connections of the day, I’ve decided to make fun of this one in particular. I think I just automatically hate people who call themselves nerds; thanks to sarcasm, honestly not-creepers have finally found a way to be arrogant and self-deprecating at the same time. It figures that usually the people who call themselves nerds are “nerding out” over a socially acceptable cool-kid subculture, like track bikes or Italo Disco. These days, when people claim nerd-hood, I just take it to mean that they spend a lot more of their time trying to be cool than you or I do.
On top of all that, dude’s calling the girl vain (“you seem pretty into your looks and lifestyle”) while simultaneously trying to sell her on him by comparing himself to … pancakes. I hate on the guy, but clearly we all agree with this line of logic about how being on lots of social networks makes a person less shady. I mean, whoever heard of predatory, creepy people on the internet? Now, that’s just crazy talk.