Sunday, October 28, 2007

I vant to suck your blud




SF does it up for the holidays, here is our favorite house, complete with spooky dude at the door and of course a dash of SF liberal humor. Silly liberals...

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog









Angela and I went to Pet Pride Day in Golden Gate Park. It was a ridiculous display of dog costumes and furriness. Here are a few contestants for your viewing pleasure.

Incidentally, I have no idea what the drum line was all about...

Good Morning America, How Are Ya?



Here's me at work, sunrise is right at 7:30am these days and I have a nice view of the city, the Oakland Bay Bridge, Highway 101, and enough crack whores, junkies and tweakers to fill a small Alaskan Village.

Guess who's back, back again



Our little friend Timmy came down from Reno for a visit last weekend, braving fierce winds and gale force rain. We ate and drank and were merry. (Alamo Park and Hukilau Hawaiian Bar)

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Running Down a Dream


Apparently people in California and other parts of the nation like to run in massive hoards. This was news to me until last weekend when Angela and myself and our buddy Matt undertook the San Jose Rock and Roll Half Marathon (13.1 miles). It was actually pretty damn fun running through the streets of SJ with 11,800 new friends. Our goal was to reach the finish line in under 2 hours and we did it so now my life is once again pointless. But there is another half marathon next month in Big Sur... is this how the addiction starts???

Monday, October 08, 2007

The Tennessee Stud




I can die a happy man now, I saw Doc Watson play the harmonica. Actually he wailed on it and it was amazing and there were bazillions of people swaying to the music all around while bbq smoke drifted on the wind and ducks and seagulls rode the wind above the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival. Oh yeah, Earl Scruggs and Emmylou Harris were there too. My socks were officially blown off.

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Highway to the Danger Zone





The Blue Angels are in town this weekend so we went and saw them yesterday. Their top speed is 1.7 times the speed of sound and when they fly overhead it sounds like the very heavens are being torn in half. Quite impressive. I checked online to find out what their fuel consumption is since SF is all about conservation. Of course it's classified but the FA-18 Hornet has a 1000 mile range when carrying 1200 gallons of fuel so I did a little math and figure they burn about 500 gallons an hour, in the city, not sure what kind of highway mileage they would get but there are 6 of them so lets be conservative and say yesterday's 45-minute show was 3,000 gallons so they will blow 9 or 10 thousand gallons over the weekend. God Bless America, if that doesn't support our troops fighting for oil then I don't know how to be American.

Funky Town


Last Sunday was the Folsom Street Fair. It is San Francisco's way of saying, "No matter how open minded you think you are, we bet you will see something deeply disturbing at this 'all ages' Street Fair." It is true, there are sights behind my eyeballs now I should like to cleanse but cannot. Suffice to say the attached images are the cleanest and least offensive of the day. Leather, whips, masks and absolutely nothing at all was the dress code. I suppose it should be seen once, but only once.

People are Strange




We went to Santa Cruz last week and saw the boardwalk where Lost Boys was filmed. It is scarier in person, lots of people screaming as they ride the roller coaster and bloating as they eat corn dogs and cotton candy. We also happened to be there for the Cheerleading Championships of the World or something like that so it was all very American. We didn't try a deep fried Twinky with our friend Drew from Fairbanks and I don't think I'll regret that decision. It was nice to see sun and sand though and the Monterey Bay is gorgeous, we'll be back.

Who let the dogs out?






Mazzy's world is very different here and I sometimes wonder if she misses here Alaskan lakes and rivers and rotten salmon to roll in. We can take her on the bus if she wears a muzzle so we put a velcro ankle cuff on her nose and she doesn't seem to mind. She likes Alamo Park and Duboce Park and is constantly surrounded by pugs. Dog people in SF are pretty hardcore and funny to watch. Shown here is Duboce Park and some of her friends.