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Remember the 2 seperate SFO-bound shipments of turkey chicks mishandled by Northwest Airlines? In both cases, the actions of Northwest cargo personel caused the death of thousands of young turkeys which were bound for a Fresno farm, intended to be raised for breeding or consumption. In a lucky turn for some, Orland-based Farm Sanctuary has adopted a number of the surviving chicks where they will live out the rest of lives free of the stress of either air travel or Thanksgiving.

Saturday: Head to the The Exploratorium (3601 Lyon Street) for the Physics of Toys: Ride Like The Wind! At 11 a.m. ­or 3 p.m, you'll have the chance to make your own kites, sail-carts, and pinwheels. Shut up, it sounds fun. That night, at 7:30, we're hitting Project ARTAUD (450 Florida Street between 17th and Mariposa) for Every Little Movement: a benefit for Remy Charlip. Charlip, an acclaimed dancer, recently suffered a stroke, and proceeds from this event are intended to help with medical expenses and hasten his recovery.

We've never been happier that our dead cat's cremains reside in a little box, than when we heard about how Pet's Rest Cemetery must exhume about 1000 of its residents. The lease is up on the property the animals were laid to rest in, and the landlords want it back. The cemetery's owner claimed he thought he'd be able to buy the land, the land's owners say he should have known better, and the late pets guardians are pissed. Of course, all we can think about is a very cute version of . ""You son of a bitch, you moved the headstones but you didn't move the bodies!"

What a week!

We bounded out of bed this morning, (that is, once we made sure that our floor hadn't been replaced by brimstone) eager to vote in today's election. OK, the eager one was actually SFist Franny, who was dying for a pee, but while we were out we decided to make our own mark at our local polling place.

Don't forget that Grateful Dogs is now doing twice-monthly adoption events! On the first Saturday of every month they'll be at 100 West Portal Ave (at Vicente) from 12:00 noon to 3:00 pm, and on the third Saturdays they'll be at 3995 California Street, in Laurel Village, from 12:00 noon to 3:00 pm.

SFist Sam had a sandwich by our famous Golden Gate Bridge as she closes off the 23rd letter of her ongoing dine-around-the-alphabet series, while SFist Ced also stops by the Ws with a trip to Winterland. In SFist Family news, let's all raise our grande-sized paper latte cups wrapped in little cardboard sleeves in honor of SFist Jeremy and his new son! (And then let's run in fear from SFist Jeremy's wrath that we're going to a coffee place where they call medium-sized drinks "grandes"!) That makes two SFist babies in one month! Moving from babies to pets -- SFist Franny's going to do her doggie best to power San Francisco, and .... would you look at that adorable fat cat? The Tour of California huffs and puffs its way up Telegraph Hill, while down the street in North Beach, Mayor Gavin Newsom huffs and puffs his way through two dates over a whirlwind weekend. Barry Bonds'll be huffing and puffing his way through training camp -- that is, until he drops out again. And we move ever closer to getting citywide wireless internet access, which'll make it that much easier to steal elections in the future. Picture by SFist Sam

SFists Franny and Bailey are super-psyched to start doing their part to help the energy crisis, as San Francisco begins to recycle dog waste and convert it into a (clearly) renewable energy source.

Long ago we resigned ourselves to being a crazy pet person. we're not sure when it happened -- was it when we noticed our Flickr page was sadly bereft of photos of actual humans, or when we started getting a dog-sitter for when the cleaning lady comes because the vacuum scares her (SFist Franny, not the cleaning lady)? Whatever the case, we admit that we're more than slightly OTT when it comes to our pets, but even we have to draw the line somewhere.

Today I was describing SFist to my mom as "almost like having a second job", and she asked "but does that second job pay?" Well, no, it doesn't. But, at least for me, that's not what it's about. Don't get me wrong, if Gothamist LLC started paying all of its editors a crapload of dough, I would not be turning it down, but until then I think we're like that bus kiosk ad campaign, "in it" for varying reasons, none of which involve actual direct compensation.

Saturday: We're outfitting SFist Franny in style from the Vavadog (735 Fillmore at Hayes) Sample Sale. Held Saturday and Sunday from 11 to 6, they'll be selling their "hip gear for urban pets" at deep deep discounts.

Hey! Grateful Dogs is having an adoption event this Saturday from 12-3 at the West Portal Starbucks. Overcome your knee-jerk contempt for corporate coffee long enough to come and see some of the little pups you've met on SFist, as well as some new faces. SFist Franny will be making an alumni appearance there as well, so be sure to say hi! If nothing else, stop by to say hi to Billy!

We don't know about you, but far prefer falling back to springing forward. It has been killing us to drag ourselves out of bed and walk the dog in the dark. It just ain't natural!

This week's adoptable pet (he'll be featured on SFist all week long on the left side of the site, half-way down) comes to us from Grateful Dogs Rescue. Rufus has a similar story to SFist Franny, who was also saved from euthenasia by an ACC employee who saw her potential. Maybe that's why we like him so much, or is it that happy grin?

Saturday: We're going to the first Amoeba Auction, planned to be a weekly event to directly aid musicians and independent relief efforts on the Gulf Coast from Hurricane Katrina. Unique, one of a kind, and collectible items (the VIP tickets to Bauhaus at the Warfield will be ours, bitches!) Amoeba will match all winning bids from the auctions, so you can bid with impunity. It all starts at 4.

OK, last week's winner was the Guardian. It's their 39th anniversary, and we're talking about housing in the city. Cover story: characterless and expensive condos on the East side. The Warfield sues the Weekly, claiming, among other things, that a Bill Graham staffer threateded to "f**k up" the Warfield. (SFist f**ks stuff up all the time, where's our cool lawsuit?). Oakdale projects are unbelievably squalid. Third Street light rail will probably suck (well, duh, Muni's behind it). Dan Leone spills the beans on No-Name Sushi's name. Goodbye, Meatless (does this mean there's a vegetarian food-reviewer opening at the Guardian? Hmmm.)