SFist reader/commenter Tendernob kindly sent this find our way: I spent the holidays with my mother in Los Angeles, who collects rare first-edition books. While I was visiting, she opened "The Complete Sherlock Holmes" (circa 1930) and an old San Francisco MUNI transfer fell out. We don't know whose it was, or how long it was in that book. We're not even certain how old this ticket is, but google tells us that John M.......

Anyone else remember that episode of "Friends" where Joey is in the musical, Freud!? We've had the song he sang (All you want is a dingle/What you envy's a schwang in our head) since we heard about the San Francisco Jewish Film Festival and the San Francisco JCC's FreudFest, and its Cinema on The Couch series, which kicks off tonight with Secrets of a Soul. From the press materials: cinematic superimpositions, symbolic imagery of razors......

We were walking through the Cow Palace the other day -- that giant warehouse-ish building, way south of the Mission, where they have rodeos and exhibitions and stuff -- when who should walk past us but a tall man with an ivy wreath on his head, luxuriant flowing white hair, and majestic robes. He was holding by the arm a small, whimpering man in a dressing gown, and he was saying something like, "look,......

SFist celebrated a birthday yesterday and was unable to post. Apologies. But the little gap in posting also gave us time to think some about the current state of television, and the conclusion we came to? We need more "Whodunnit?" "He dunnit!" "Howdya know he dunnit?" "'Cause I'm super-smart, that's how!" shows. Actually, it wasn't us who came to that conclusion, it was the networks. How else can you explain the plethora of shows......