Hey, I witnessed history today

Sometimes the job sucks. Nobody calls you back, high school kids treat you like dirt, you lose your self respect and then a Muni train runs over your foot.

But some days, like today, for example, you get up early, you find a parking spot, and you witness history -- all before 9 a.m.


Stuart Gaffney and John Lewis, first in line at City Hall to receive a same-sex marriage license.



Who was he talkin' to? Duh -- God.


That kid in the middle? The state made an honest couple outta her Daddy and her Poppa. Fuck yeah.


Rejoice, gentlemen. That's a very significant piece a paper.

I hate street fairs

I hate them.


Hate them (but this guy was friendly enough)



Hate them (all these guys were douches)



Hate them (this band made my tinnitus worse)

Fuck. Why do I hate these things so much? Well, they're crowded by asshat scenesters, they're utterly homogeneous events with the same bbq, same tents, same booths and -- in a lot of cases -- same people at each and every one. And inevitably, I have to be the one sober guy, toting a camera through the crowd, trying to find enough PG-13 images to fill a page in some raggedy-ass paper.

That'd be why I hate these things so fucking much.

Attention, street fairs: Go away, never come back. Fuck off and die while you're at it.

Happy Sunday!

Mark it

While we wait for election results to trickle in, we take a moment to gloat.


In case you can't see -- cos, dammit, Blogger, why is that so small?? -- that's some history on the browser.