Results tagged “miscellaneous”

Not to be outdone by their wicked step-sister, UCLA, who all too tastefully/boringly galloped about in their panties on the streets of LA, UC Berkeley also had its traditional end-of-semester streak last week. But they did it in the raw. Hee.

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We came back from taking down the recycling yesterday evening to find we had locked ourselves out of our apartment. "Noooo!!" [Insert Emo Darth Vader ballad here. Warning -- audio.] We dialed the apartment manager on the call-box but got his voice mail. Lucky for us, the manager, who wouldn't be back until 10:00, called our s.o., who wouldn't be back until 8:00, and our s.o. called our friend who lives a few blocks away. So, instead of being forced to sit on our lobby stairs all night, uncomfortably greeting all of our neighbors, we were soon whisked away and served pasta, wine, and a couple of episodes of the BBC version of "Gordon Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares."

Hey, remember yesterday, when everyone at SFist chimed in on the "what to do when a homeless kid's dog bites your friend on the leg" question? We got quite a few interesting answers, and one suggestion that we get in touch with the good folks at San Francisco Animal Control to see what they suggest doing in those circumstances. Deb Campbell was kind enough to answer a few of our questions: What would Animal...

Have some of you tried commenting on one of our many fine posts today? Only to find yourselves unable to do so? With a cold, sterile error message being your only solace? Well, you're not alone. Please excuse the inconvenience. It's a Gothamist-wide problem, and will be fixed shortly.

Jesus Christ, this has sent us into a tailspin. While we can safely say that our biggest accomplishments in life thus far have been finding synonyms for the word "poop" and being able to thoroughly enjoy steak tartare, it seems that a few other driven, Type-A individuals have done more at our age. Much, much more. Behold what we should have done at this point on Earth:

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If you've noticed a gazillion error messages in SFist comments over the last few days, you're not alone -- our technology team way over in the far off of New York City is working to fix the problem as we speak, as it's affecting the entire -ist Network. We appreciate your patience while they implement a solution as quickly as possible.

Speaking of Joan Van Ark, what on earth? Oh honestly. What happened to her visage? The former "Knots Landing" thespian and awkwardly spinning "Night of a 100 Stars" model has unveiled a new, um, model of her face. Well then.

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We picked up on this over at All Shook Down today. It seems that a San Francisco convenience store cashier (or practical-knee slapper actor) received neither credit nor pay for his appearance in Will Smith's Oscar-baiting tear jerker The Pursuit of Happyness (2006). In this Daily Show segment ripoff, he goes into detail about being chewed up by the big, bad Hollywood machine.

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We saw this last night. As far as we can tell, that monster branch just cracked right off from the tree above. What knocked it off? Unlike some places, we're not suffering from high winds right now. Whatever the cause, we're just glad we weren't in that crosswalk when it came down.

On October 23, 1958 (!), The Smurfs (AKA Les Schtroumpfs) were thrust upon an unsuspecting world. Here's to you, Peyo. Your creation proved annoying on Saturday mornings, delightful in cereal form, and judging by the tasteful image above, mildly erotic.

Perhaps in the traumatic stage of denial, we forgot to bring you some old obit news. Vincent M. DeDomenico, who co-created Rice-A-Roni along with his brothers, died last Thursday at 92.

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Hmm. Oakland resident John Barsamian, a chief warrant officer way back during the Second World War, is putting up for auction a globe he found at the Führer's bombed out home. "The globe [is] to expected to attract bids from $15,000 to $20,000 when it is auctioned Nov. 13 in San Francisco," so start saving your pennies, folks.

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Match Game PM panelist, sporter of choice glasses, and Charles Nelson Reilly's fag-hag, Brett Somers, died on Sautrday. And, no, you were wrong in thinking that she was already dead. How dare you! Sob.

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By the time you read this, all the good booze will probably be gone, but it's still worth noting that the Cala Bell at the west end of Haight is having a ka-raaaaaaazy sale! All liquor 20% off! Miscellaneous grocery 10% off! Spices, for the love of God, 50% off! Lucky thing we're in a supermarket, because we're going to faint unless we can buy some paper bags to hyperventilate into!