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Even with perilous weather looming overhead, Saturday's Great Valentine's Day Pillow Fight was an explosive success. Here are some scenes from the annual pillow fight at Justin Herman Plaza.

"Museum of Broken Relationships" Popular Croatian art exhibit featuring love-stained artifacts from anonymous folks who failed at love. The exhibit showcases objects of heartbreak such as teddy bears and photos, but also bizarre examples like leg prosthesis and a gall stone. Read more about it here.

It's on.

Before we post a few festive Valentine's Day events -- you know, fun ones with other lonely single folks; parties that will, hopefully, keep you from taking the final Nestea plunge over the Golden Gate Bridge -- let's commiserate on those who have broken our hearts. For Friday fun, share with us in the comments the most bizarre and/or depressing way in which somebody broke your heart. Or, if you must, how you viciously broke someone else's. And why. Did you do it via text? Did you fire her just so she would breakup with you? Did the crazy bitch slice open an artery in your bathroom? Did you lie and say you were gay?

SFist reader Mai sent us this precious find that she found last Friday at 22nd and Valencia. Below is Mai's transcription, about which she said, "I tried to stay as true to the capitalization as I could." Thanks, Mai!

Happy Valentine's Day, everybody.

Here's what you can do for Valentine's -- head on up to the Legion of Honor...

All together now: We declare our right on this earth to park our cars within 50 feet of our favorite coffee shops, to be drivers, to be respected as drivers, on this earth, in the Mission, where we intend to find parking wherever we can by any means necessary.

• Silicon Valley whores less than pleased with Viagra. [Valleywag]
• That Nina "Bad Wife" Reiser trial is still going on, and getting interesting. [SF Gate]
• The rules of PDA during dinnertime. [CHOW]

Luring us in with "just the kind of quirky San Francisco event that SFist readers would be interested in," a PR company sent us word today of a zany pre-Valentine's Day activity that's happening right this very second! It seems that a woman -- a woman who looks like she has no trouble finding a date whatsoever, God bless her -- is looking for love. Check it:

Valentine's Day, a manufactured holiday to celebrate love, has always seemed to divide people into categories--not bring them together. The couples, the single, the.. quirkyalones?

Piff! Pow! Zwap!

Shit. It's Valentine's Day this Thursday and by the looks of it most of you have already planned your perfect date. Three shows are already completely sold-out: The Kills at Rickshaw Stop, Slightly Stoopid at The Independent and Common at Mezzanine. While there are still several shows you can chance Thursday night, it might be wise to stay home and wait till the weekend to take your crush out. We are.

• Lucas (1986), Say Anything (1989), My Bloody Valentine (1981): The first film has socially-retarded Corey Haim falling head over heels in love with a sensitive football player, Charlie Sheen, or something like that; Cameron Crowe's tale of teenage love and angst has John Cusack causing egregious noise pollution when he holds up a ghettoblaster pumping out a Peter Gabriel ballad; and the final film has a murderer in a small coal mining town killing those who celebrate Valentine's Day. They screen at 7:30 p.m., 9:45, and midnight, respectively, at the Castro Theatre; $6-9.
• Editors: Yeah, yeah. We screwed up. Again. The SSRIs are running low this week. Stupid shrink. Anyway, check out this English indie rock band along hipster favorites Hot Hot Heat and Louis XIV. Music starts at 8 p.m. at the Warfield; $23.
• The San Francisco Bicycle Coalition's Love on Wheels: As SFist Jim mentioned before, tonight's Dating Game parody in Hayes Valley should be divine. Starts at 7 p.m. at Rickshaw Stop; free for members of the SFBC ($10 for non-members).

Because Valentine's Day is about necking, red roses, and Whitman's Samplers -- and not about making that special someone your creampie cutie for the night, you perverts -- the San Francisco Zoo's annual adult-only "Zoo Sex Tour" has changed its name to “Woo at the Zoo.” Why? No idea. But the zoo tells us:

Next Thursday is Valentine's Day. And the pressure is on, couples of the Bay Area, especially for those of you approaching the seven-year-itch mark. Really, this Valentine's Day could be a make-or-break kind of day. That fragile house of cards that you call a relationship can come crashing down around you like...that. In just one day. Something to think about, folks.

Oh good. Valentine's Day is just around the corner. And if the thought of next Thursday's approaching fillet mignon-for-two-free evening doesn't make you want to slice open an artery followed by nap-time in the bathtub, then how about not making Nob Hill Gazette's annual Lucky 13th Annual Eligible's List? (Yes, yes, you and your hipster S.O. are too cool to celebrate a Hallmark holiday, clearly, but what a privileged thing to decide not to do. Wow, that was bitter. Anyway.)

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Each Tuesday we will feature new music that should (or whatever) be on your radar.

Okay, our treatment of Muni drivers hasn't been totally kind lately, but that doesn't mean we hate them. We yearn -- -- to write some stories about awesome drivers. And lo and behold, the opportunity to do so just fell into our lap, thanks to Muni's publicity agents.

We were searching for the perfect romantic spot for Valentine's Day, a restaurant where we could eat extravagantly without paying through the snout, a dinner where we could indulge our twin loves -- for our sweetheart, and for pork. Oakland's B Restaurant (or just "B," apparently), promised to be such a place. Since the establishment's doors opened across its refurbished 120-year-old mosaic tile floor in 2005, reviewers have unanimously noted the New American-style restaurant's inventiveness, use of fresh local organic ingredients, occasional odd substitutions on plates -- made without comment, and UNANIMOUSLY praised one dish: The Duroc Pork Chop.

Unholy Women, a Japanese horror movie played at the unholy hour of 11:45pm on Saturday night. We brushed our teeth, put cold cream on our face, bundled up in our jammies and trundled over to the Roxie for the last Indie Fest showing of the U.S. premiere of this movie. Unholy Women is comprised of three shorts featuring some scary-ass women. Two of the vignettes employed the usual horror movie tropes; knife wielding ghosts, dead children, mothers who have gone bonkers and the always scary, looking-in-the-mirror-and seeing-something-frightening (besides your own bad hair-do) looking back at you bit--that makes us jump in our seat every damn time.

With Rita's blessing, we bring you a brand new column called "We Read the Glossies." It's just like "We Read the Weeklies" only with monthly glossies. Here we review the February issues of Diablo, San Francisco Magazine, San Jose Magazine, and 7x7.

Let's take you back on the Wayback Machine to last spring when the Board of Supervisors wanted to close down Kennedy Drive like it is on Sunday. They voted for it, Gavin vetoed it, then sought a compromise on the issue by asking for a study. The study was to see if closing the street down on Saturday's would hurt museums attendance, make life miserable for neighbors, and make it more difficult for people to get to the museums. Well, on Valentine's Day, the report came out and said the effect of closing down Kennedy Drive on everything would be pretty much nothing. In fact, it said that attendance went up on Sundays. How you like them apples?

If, like us, you wanted to go the Valentine's Day Pillow Fight but had other things to do (we had to go the gym), we found some video of it on YouTube. The one above appears to be the best one we found, but you can see others here, here, and here. ABC 7 also has some cool footage as they had a helicopter fly over and get the birds-eye view. In HD too.

-It looks like it's a bad time to try and fly east. -Taxi Commission hires a private dick.