Todd Lappin came upon this gruesome scene out back of the U.S. Bank Building. Says he:
[F]ear not… this zombie won’t be terrorizing the Mission anymore. No sir. I think he came from Texas.
Ha! And phewf!
Todd Lappin came upon this gruesome scene out back of the U.S. Bank Building. Says he:
[F]ear not… this zombie won’t be terrorizing the Mission anymore. No sir. I think he came from Texas.
Ha! And phewf!

Says Inhabitat:
The program will allow registered members to unlock bikes electronically with a “smart card” or credit card for a set amount of time, with fees determined by how long the bikes are taken out (much like Zipcar). Trips for half an hour or less would be free. And in order to deter would-be thieves, each bike will be outfitted with GPS units and RFID identification tags.
Rad! Bike sharing always looks like so much fun! Read on!
This oddly menacing guy is scrawled on the trash bin in the men’s room at Beretta. Why would someone vandalize Beretta? Perhaps the vandal, like me, was upset to find the Improved Whiskey Cocktail no longer officially on the menu. Sure you can still order it, but how will future generations even know it exists?
On the heels of a pretty good sweatshirt and the best sweatshirt ever comes this really cool sweatshirt. On sale now at a store on Mission at 19th.
TK just published a handy travel guide for Rangers fans visiting SF for the World Series. Here’s how it starts:
Remember – gay people always want to have sex with you and will pursue you relentlessly. Also, they are everywhere. 9 out of 10 men in San Francisco are gay.
Ramona today takes a look at what makes a “real” Giants fan:
If there is one things that San Franciscans never cared about before and now care about a whole bunch that thing is their baseball team, the Giants.
You have never in your life known so many people who one minute were only interested in iPhones and bars and new media, and never said one thing about sports who are suddenly getting in fights with their friends because they NEED to have the Giants game on during their book club meeting.
All of Them Witches has a contest on right now:
Please provide a rational explanation of this shirt I bought from one of those bulk vendors on Mission St.
Your prize will be determined by the amount of ration you provide.
Good luck! The associations seem to be completely arbitrary, so you’ll need it.
Also, no Mission? Well, what kind of cartoon breasts should represent the Mission?
In case you didn’t know, there’s this:
Reader Michael P. didn’t know, until yesterday’s paper:
Did you know about this? I only found it because it was a clue in Tuesday’s NYTimes crossword (the answer to which I only got because of the crosses): “1918 song girl whose name was sung with a stutter”.
Think “2010 graffiti girl whose stuttery name got her convicted of a hate crime” is coming down the pike? I guess we’ll find out soon.
Previously:
Or best article of clothing ever? You be the judge:
Wow. I get winded from excitement just looking at this crummy picture of it. Look at the placement of the cars! What? What a completely perfect thing!
Here it is again with its lucky owner, Noah: