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The San Francisco Bay Area… like no other place in the world. Thank goodness I have a camera phone… here are all the vehicles i have seen in the last few months with odd things in or attached to them…
Having a pickup comes in handy for transporting large globes.
Yes, that IS the same truck that was carrying the big globe the day before…
The last of which has a fake doll dressed like a bride in shotgun and when he drives, she starts dancing. Only in Santa Cruz…
Shoes shined by the homeless on a mobile chair stand? Could happen anywhere…
Get your ipod fixed while having your shoes shined by the homeless?
ONLY IN SAN FRANCISCO.
The other morning, I was walking down Spear Street in San Francisco, and saw this on the ground outside of an office building:
You got it. A printer thrown out of the window of an office building in an obvious fit of rage. There’s still paper in it!
Am I the only one reminded of the movie Office Space with the scene where they steal the printer and beat it senseless in a field? Here’s the clip (but if you’re sensitive to foul language I suggest you turn down the background music).
I said I was going to do it, and I did it. I attended Unwigged and Unplugged based on this blog’s recommendation. It did not disappoint.
This year marks the 25th Anniversary of the movie “This is Spinal Tap” which is an iconic cult classic that ushered in a new genre, The Mocumentary, and IRF’s collective favorite film, the great unifier that brought us all together, Waiting for Guffman. These movies aren’t for everyone, as the humor is dry, and well, smart. Joe Miller describes this as having a high HIQ. Well, as we all know, “you find people. You FIND them” and I found people that share the same appreciation that I do. So my friend and I bought tickets to see Harry Shearer, Michael McKean, and Christopher Guest, live in the Oakland Paramount Theatre.
This is Spinal Tap is a mocumentary that chronicals the ’80’s rock band, Spinal Tap, often called the loudest band on Earth. Christopher Guest, plays lead Guitarist, Nigel Tufnel and this scene describes him better than I ever could :
Some of my favorite Spinal Tap lyrics:
You’ve still got your baby teeth.
In the show, they also showed this special youtube tribute someone else made to Tonight I’m Gonna Rock You:
Now the band didn’t only represent Spinal Tap, as they did come back in a Mocumentary about Folk Music called “A Mighty Wind”. And the threw me a bone by performing the song from the Waiting For Guffman Outtakes, “This Bulging River,” which may be one of my favorite parts of the movie . All in all the night was a success. Upon telling Joe Miller about my concert, he replied, “I don’t care about trivial things like how you’re doing, all I want to know is, did they play Hell Hole?” My response was in Joe and my common language, “Guffmanese” as I said, “ello, ow are oo? ave you been to ‘artford?” (Joe, clearly understood that this meant they opened with it).
I wish each and every one of you could have been with me for this special evening. You were in my heart.
PS – I did procure a new baseball shirt with Spinal Tap across the front and the number on the back? 11. (Because it’s one louder.)
It only comes but once a year. Every other time in my home, I try to offer delicious and tasteful food. But on Superbowl Sunday, there is no tolerance for class. Tasty, but NEVER tasteful. That’s right, this year was my 2nd Annual Tacky Superbowl Party, and we outdid ourselves, and the improvements were more than just my TV!
How do you THROW a tacky superbowl party?
Start with balloons. Add a couple mylar, if possible. Crepe paper also decked every doorway, naturally.
On the menu? Bacon flavored easy cheese. Bagel Bites. Jose Ole Mini Tacos. Mini Corndogs (one guest said “they went down so smooth”). And the piece de resistance? A guacamole dip football stadium. It was something special
Has there ever been a plate, in the history of time, that has the same items on it? Bagel bite, meatballs, velveeta/chili dip, pig in a blanket, 7-layer brownie, and, naturally, a twinkie. The man holding this plate was the eating MVP, BY FAR. He declared this to be one of his Top 10 Nights EVER. He also said, “If I die tonight, please know that I die a happy man.”
You should probably be buying flights to San Francisco for my party next year. It’ll be a fête.
As we mull over the end of 2008, I can’t help but think of all the lovely things that people have said to me. Here are the five most bizarre compliments that I have received in 2008, and I encourage you to share yours in the comments section:
“You’re Beautiful!” -From a Uniformed Indonesian Official carrying an M-16.
“You play sport!” -From pedicurist, while massaging my calf, soon after my half marathon.
“Your sister is really good at her job because she can totally disagree with you without coming across as a total B****!” -From a former colleague, as given to my brother, when he randomly met her on the train.
“You’re the best businessman in this family.” -From my sister
“You have such cute shoes! Britt–look at these shoes!” -From the TSA official while rifling through my carry-on.
Happy New Year to all!