Bummer of a book up for grabs in the Dog Eared free bin

Those kids look so pumped, the little shits.

[via Kristin]

Muni’s 13-Guerrero back in action?

There it is, all lit-up in the yard off Bryant. What’s the deal? I Googled it and all I found was a comment on a Burrito Justice post that says it’s been gone since ’88.

The truth about Bud Light Lime

It’s been around since 2008! So why did nobody start drinking it until a minute ago? I have two theories so far:

  1. I heard it’s huge in the south, so maybe they introduced it there early and it didn’t make its way to California til more recently? Or,
  2. Maybe we had it here all along, but nobody gave it a try because, let’s face it, it doesn’t seem super appetizing at first. It’s not until someone raves about it that you decide to get to work.

But the main thing is, they have a super-hot spokesmodel which I think is a big reason for its rise in SF.

P.S. Thanks to the Treasure Island Music Festival (and mostly Girl Talk) I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about how great 2008 was. Too bad for me I wasn’t a BLL early adopter.

[via Abby]

I now pronounce you box and wife, you may recycle the bride

Box Wars is an annual tradition in Dolores Park during which a bunch of folks make armor and weapons out of cardboard and proceed beat each other up in the name of recycling awareness (I think).

However, this one began a bit differently than the others… with a marriage proposal! After all, what’s more romantic than asking someone to marry you before clubbing them with a sword made out of toilet paper tubes? Here’s a vid:

Good for them, but we gotta know: was the ring made of cardboard? Because, you know, papercuts.

Also, check out this ancient suit of armor:

[via Box Wars]

Richmond District church says you can’t Google god — but you can friend him on Facebook

Photo and headline by Valerie “Sublet SF” Luu

Indian summer is back, bitches!

You know what to do, people!  Wear shorts and t-shirts at night, drink some beers in the park with your friends, stay out late and dance, call that cute girl/guy you’ve been meaning to hang out with, and just enjoy the fuck out of life.  Because seriously, if you’re not making the most out of every night this week, you’re totally blowing it!

Treasure Island Music Festival storms Treasure Island this weekend!

Treasure Island has long been my favorite local music festival (Hardly Strictly is amazing, but there are just a few two many fiddles; Outside Lands is great, but there are just a few too many Foo Fighters) so I’m excited it’s that time of year again. Temperatures are supposed to get as high as 77 over the weekend, so it’ll be nice out on the island.

Oh and tickets are still available! And if you can’t make it, maybe you check out one of the night shows.

Now let’s rock out to this sexy-ass new Matthew Dear video:

Fun with dirt bike cops in Dolores Park

Is this your dog?

If so, get in touch with Gnarlez, who found it near 22nd and Shotwell.

Car Beat: The La-Z-Boy of Mustangs

Whenever I see a cool car around the neighborhood, I take pictures and send them to my pal Eric up in Portland who runs Other People’s Things, my favorite car blog. He responds with some knowledge and we post the results here and it’s called “Car Beat.” Here’s what Eric has to say about this Mustang:

Nice find! This is a 1973 Mustang Grande Coupe in very ’70′s “Gold Glow” exterior paint . While it’s styling has actually aged fairly well, in the late ’70s it was a sign that the fun was over. The gas crisis had already hit and muscle cars were on their way out. The wide fenders and high decklid give away the sad truth that this model was 800 pounds heavier and bigger in every way compared to its 1960′s predecessor.

Also, with the “Grande” trim additional weight was added for sound deadening and comfort upgrades. This is the La-Z-Boy of Mustangs. Why you would you want what was presented as America’s most exciting and fun sports car with sound deadening as a marketable feature is beyond me. What’s sad is that the Grande trim was really popular, so what does that say about us?

It says we’re a bunch of lazy old farts! Thank goodness the ’70s are over. Thanks, Eric! More pics after the jump:

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