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Just three gems I discovered while trying to take care of shit on the internet today.

1) How to/How not to take passport photos, a pictorial instruction from the Bureau of Consular Affairs. I want to meet both of these people just so I can shake their hands. Also, what if that dude's head and neck just looked like that? Hella racist, passport office.

 

2) Yo, Oxi Fresh has the best company name and a fake phone number. Also, that lady loves her clean carpet!

3) Finally, the California DMV knows you were a total nerd burger in highschool:

 

And so concludes our tour of the glorious internet! Thank you and goodnight! (I know it's 2 pm, I keep odd hours.)

OMG WHAT? 7x7 has a post up calling for submissions for SanFranlandia, which is their way of ripping off Portlandia and making me want to murder them all at once! 

This comment from some delightful person named "fat wanda" who needs to be my bff is right on:

Really, 7x7? How about a parody of the Marina? Or the FiDi? Or culture that you're actually part of? Because that MIGHT be funny? Maybe?

You're not vegan, you're not bike culture, you don't know these people, and so you're attempts are just lame and embarrassing.

Exactly! You can't make fun of veganism, buying local, composting, backyard bee keeping, brewing kombucha in a bathtub, and plaid shirted bro's who look they're about to go prospect for gold because that's not who YOU are. There are plenty of websites and blogs that can and already do it better than you ever could. So, knock it off. 

You're the pretty girl. You're like Natalie Portman complaining that women aren't allowed to be beautiful and funny*. No, lady, it's just that you are not funny. Know who you are! Shit, funny women aren't cast all the time because they're not pretty, why not help get them roles**? Kristen Schaall should be in everything, and there are a million more like her. Anyway, tangent. Point is: embrace who you are, 7x7, and run more stories about sample sales and recipes for trampatini's. Or, if you want to parody something, why not all the boots on Chesnut street? That's something you know a lot about.

Annnnd: One more time, in case you forget, THIS IS YOU:

    

*And you know her idea of funny is like, a beautiful woman farting on a date. HILARIOUS. 

**Shit, bring them some rolls too, they probably hungry! Not working and shit because they're not pretty. I mean, JESUS.

By now, most people have heard about the U.S. House of Representatives voting to bar Planned Parenthood health centers from all federal funding for birth control, cancer screenings, HIV testing, and other lifesaving care. Well, a lot of people think that's bullshit and we're dealing with our frustration and anger and rage in the only way we know how: EATING! LADIES AM I RIGHT? Enter: Cupcakes for Choice!

Cupcakes for Choice is an awareness and funds raising event for Planned Parenthood. We'll sell cupcakes (or any baked good deliciousness volunteers make/bring!), distribute literature/collect signatures, and raise hell via sweet treat activism. Let's get fat for women's rights! 

You can RSVP on the Facebook page, and if you want to bake or volunteer, email Robin. Or just come to the event! For which the details are below! Handy!

Cupcakes for Choice will be in front of Mission Bicycle at 766 Valencia on Sunday, March 6th, from 12 p.m. to 4 p.m.

If you're not familiar with Jam Hands, she's a ukelele playing maniac who lives in the Tenderloin, where she walks her dog and writes awesome music. Her songs are mean and funny and they just keep getting better and better. Here she is singing Modest Geologist, which is a personal favorite and during which she rhymes undies with Kelly Bundy and Delta Burke lingere with punk rock ways WHAT and YES:

Also, Never Have Sex with Yr Boss! So good. And FOR REAL. Anyway, you can see her perform as part of Bitchez Brew Rusts in a Truck (I didn't make up the name, okay?) at 9 p.m. on Friday, February 25th, at Kaleidoscope Free Speech Zone. I'll be there with my jam hands t-shirt and my jam hands baseball cap. That's how you'll know it's me.

p.s. an aside: you've all seen the Weekend at Bernies dance craze, right? I know it's hella old but: AMAZING. 

Local artist Jen Oaks is a genius, and her doggie valentine's are pretty much the best ever. Buy all of them and give them to various crushes with creepy messages about how you've always loved them and will always love them and you WILL be together. Or, you know, to your significant other. Whatevs!

Hello Everyone! Long time, no see. Well, don't get used to this pretty face because I'm just stopping by to deposit a fat load of holiday cheer all over your face. So, UA friend Ben Pearson writes awesome movie reviews over on Tiny Mix Tapes and he put together this great piece, "The Art of Watching Bad Movies" and it's fairly awesome and includes many rad drawings and charts as sampled here:

 

Go read it! And enjoy a terrible movie or seven over the holiday break. What doesn't kill you just makes you a worse person. 

xoxo

Worst/BEST Wedding DJ EVER. 

I can't. I don't even know. All I know is this is the current best thing on the internet and it's about to go viral. Let's help! Internet YAY!

Since conflict of interest is already my middle name, I want to alert you all to an excellent bakesale happening this Saturday (TOMORROW) in front of Herbivore on Valencia from 11 am to 4 pm.  All the money goes to help save highly endangered mountain Gorillas in DR Congo's Virunga National Forest and to Wildcare, an awesome wildlife hospital and education center in San Rafael. Seriously, if you find any injured animals in the bay area, take them to Wildcare unless you want them to be gassed or get subpar shitty care somewhere else.

ANYWAY, we're gonna have all sorts of ridiculously delicious shit there, including mountains of cupcakes, chocolate covered caramels, and pickled cauliflower. Yep. See you sluts there!

Sarah Han writes about Bike Basket Pies on The Bold Italic today. This is a conflict of interest for me in about 50 different ways but those tramps are adorable and the pies are ridiculous so HEEEEEY, what's up, loose morals!