I don't think I have enough shit for an entire post on any of these subjects, but if I put 'em all together, it just might work...
Going to the Giants game last night against the Diamondbacks
You know you're in San Francisco when out of the following...a) A bumper sticker in a window says cheerily "Vote Democrat!",
b) A bum is peeing on the sidewalk in plain sight just fifteen feet in front of you,
c) Critical Mass disrupts your dinner and you lose your appetite
...the least upsetting thing is b). How bad is that? I place San Francisco Degenerocrats and attention whore-y bicycle activists below human urine.
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See update in Critical Mass had a chance to gain my respect... but took a typical Blue-State-Fuck-Up SHIT all over Third and Brannan
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Diamondbacks 4, Giants 3 (10)
A pretty good game, even if I only saw one of the runs. Fortunately, it was Barry's 750th. That was awesome.Although, that wasn't as awesome as this dirty hippie right here...
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It was awesome, he ran out onto the field from the Lower Box seats on the LF side, ran out to Barry, shook his hand as the whole stadium cheered this guy on, was escorted back to the foul line by Barry himself, and then was escorted off by three ushers.
You'll notice that the dirty hippie is barefoot. Typical San Francisco. Two ushers escorted him into police custody, and one usher trailing behind them picked up his filthy flip-flops. This seemed to amuse me a great deal last night, and to a certain extent still does over twenty-four hours after the fact... Go Giants! If I bring my ticket stub to a Giants Dugout store, I get a commemorative 750 button!
Just came back from Ratatouille in none other than Emeryville, CA!
Everybody clapped at the end of the movie; normally, this irritates me to no end because, what, like the people who made the movie are actually in the theater with you to receive your applause?That thought was running through my mind for a split second at the end of Ratatouille when I quickly realized, well shit, I'm in Emeryville on opening weekend for a Pixar film. They probably are in the audience. Oh, and they're cheering during the credits-- OK fine, they're here. In hindsight, I wish I myself had clapped, then.
Out of the Pixar movies, I would probably put Ratatoulle behind Finding Nemo and Cars and The Incredibles. Probably right on par with Monsters, Inc. Probably behind both Toy Stories. Who knows? It's late and I'm nodding off. I'll likely go to sleep in a few minutes and have nice dreams of Sandra Bullock's Nippy-Nips and/or Wanting to Make Out with Winnie Cooper.
Enjoy the remainder of your weekend,
Jihad Jimmy, Minister of War Crimes and Chief Defender of the Faith
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