Covering all the bases or I support the everything

Seeing as how it's Elect a Supervisor time here in St. Francis Town, it's hard not to walk down a city street without seeing a campaign sign hung from a window. Sometimes, you can't help but not see several signs hanging from windows -- sometimes the same window. Sometimes, competitors share the same window.

I always wondered how it is a candidate gets a merchant to hang his or sign. Was there a stump speech? A bribe? A healthy tip in the tip jar?

The more I think about it, the more I think, 'No. Someone just handed them a fucking sign.'

Here are some examples.


Three competing supe candidates, a Peace Mom for Peace, and a Pacific Gas & Electric Co special, on a coffee shop door. Why not? It's a Big Tent.

In District 3, we have three out of 9, or 33.3333333 percent on one corner.

Three, from left to right. Does Joe's sign's sagging mean anything for the son of an Alioto?

Social Worker, plain and... badass

Is it some sort of requirement for social workers to be ex-cons, hard and caring as fuck?
This gentleman was one of the workers from the newly-reopened Walden House, attending a usual Tuesday presser at City Hall.


Hardcore head.

It also came to my attention I saw an Obamacar and didn't post Obamacar.



So there you go.

Gavin's got a brand-new ride?

And it's more fuel-efficient than a Volkswagen?

Leave it to this guy to drive a Green SUV (ok, it's black-painted, but you know what I mean).

Today at the Union Bank of California's something-or-other, Gavin exited the proceedings and hopped into what appears to be a new ride -- a shiny new Chevrolet Tahoe Hybrid SUV.



SUV? In the green city? Boo! But wait!

Lest we heap hate on the Gavster for being a gas-guzzler, consider: the normal Mayoral whip, a Lincoln Town Car, gets 15 mpg in the city. The SUV? 20 mpg, a cool 5 mpg better than the stinkin' Lincoln.

Plus, you can fit way more mayoral friends in the Tahoe. Think there might even be room for Chris Daly and Rose Pak? Nah, me neither.

"You might think so, but you are in fact mistaken" #1

Today, about 12 noon, as I sit in the sunshine outside a coffee shop to use the Internet cos I don't have it at home, looking up phone numbers so I can leave messages because I don't have an office (or at least one I can use in between assignments without wasting an hour on Muni), right after having left the fifth in about 15 messages to the police spokesman, trying to get a quote for a newspaper story that would eventually spiked (didn't get the right quote, see), I am seated next to a painter. Exchange goes as follows:

Me: (on phone) This is C, reporter from etc, blah blah blah blah blah blah

Painter: Reporter, huh? Must be cool.

Me: (who makes 550 a week, with car in shop needing repairs he cannot afford to make, sitting outside cos he doesn't have internet in his one-bathroom home which he shares with three other people, too broke to move) ::silent::

Painter: But at least you must get laid a lot?

That's two-for-two, relaxed-looking pony-tailed painter man. Wanna trade jobs?

Could always be worse, though.

49ers know where the fans are

The SF 49ers are popular through much of the greater Bay Area, which according to them includes a place called Santa Mateo County.

Observe.

While looking to see who I'd bug to get into a game free of charge just for holding a camera, I stumbled upon this on their "These are the places where we'll send an old infirm star to barbecues and youth football practices" page.




Map reproduced below, bigger size. See, says Santa.

I've been too busy to post...

...with this new job.



Pays about the same, and I don't have to shower.





Fuck you.

Damn SF pigeons

They don't even eat their crusts. Bet they drive late-model Priuses.