Zoo… Not

We tried to go to the Zoo yesterday, not realizing it was “free” day for locals. Upon driving by and discovering the greatest concentration of humans in SF standing immediately outside the gate, we decided to go to the Park and thought $5 for the Conservatory of Flowers was well worth it:



I kept getting mad at the kids trying to touch the butterflies, but they are just kids I ‘spose…

Once Again…

…I’m tempted by a thrilling tale of Ike & Tina for poor people, only to be rebuffed by the cruel hand of random selection.
(Translation: I didn’t get picked for jury duty.)
That leaves the most exciting thing that happened to me today being filling my crotch with hot coffee at the courthouse.

Nutty 45° View of da Homestead

While jacking around with Zillow today I natch had to look up my own neck of the woods.
This is just creepy:

So apparently my living room casts a distinct shadow on the building next door, and it looks like there might be some slight roof damage over the dining room — the roof is “dark” right there, as if it collects water.
Also, that apartment building behind me looks much further away than it actually is. I’d really like nothing more than to raze that hideous eyesore to the ground, but it ain’t gonna happen. (It partially obstructs my view, but only of Market St.)
Oh, and to my many enemies: Should you acquire some sort of GPS-guided weapon, I’ve highlighted where I’m currently sitting. Best of luck!

Awful Bright for Cheese

This picture will not win me any awards, but it’s 9:30p, what do you want from me?
Anyway, I was looking out the window and noticed the bay was lit up like Close Encounters (or at least Spielberg doing a shoot). Nope… just a lovely full moon shining right into the bay like a giant flashlight:

[ Posted another picture before; they both suck. I’m getting a 30D next month for my Yellowstone/Jackson Hole trip… ]

*sigh*

Je$u$ for Sale

$55 advance, $199 walk-up:

More than 25,000 evangelical Christian youth landed Friday in San Francisco for a two-day rally at AT&T Park against “the virtue terrorism” of popular culture, and they were greeted by an official city condemnation and a clutch of protesters who said their event amounted to a “fascist mega-pep rally.”

Seriously, I’ve gotta scheme something up to separate these nutters from their money. It’s just too easy. Rapture departure kits? Murder the Homo or Abortionist home game?

The 1 Degree of Hugo Chavez

Okay, so terrible name for this post, but ran into Cindy Sheehan walking around downtown SF a few hours ago. While standing about 2 feet from her I thought “that looks an awful lot like Cindy Sheehan.” I mentioned it to my friend, and by this point, the woman had crossed in the opposite direction. My friend shouted “Cindy!”, she turned, waved, and yelled “Hi!” Guess she feels safe to walk the streets with impunity in evil ol’ San Francisco.
Meanwhile, this Wells Fargo ATM on Market comes complete with keyboard jacked into the card slot! The future is here!

Days Like This

City’s just beautiful today. Got out a bit earlier, but home doing housework now. At least the view is nice:

Overheard on MUNI

“So… can you do my friend?”
“Um, okay. Why the hell not. I’ll do him.”