“Nashville, what makes you so blog-friendly? Is it the lack of sidewalks? Be honest.” That would be funny if SF weren’t #3 on that list and one of the walking-est cities in the world.

Kids keep getting shot at school or getting off the bus. These stories have become commonplace. They don’t even raise eyebrows anymore.

The Ideal Indie Rock Woman: Pale, Malnourished, And With Really Bad Bangs

I toted a big 42 ounce bottle of sparking water, lemon flavored, with me to work today in my bag. I walked the ten blocks from BART, stopping at the Embarcadero Center post office to buy stamps. The stamp buying stop was a bust because the line was 12 people long and the machine only took exact change. I actually had $8.20 in cash for a book of “forever” stamps, so I pulled out a five, three ones and 2 dimes and started plugging them in the machine. Turns out by exact change they meant precisely that. The bill accepter didn’t even attempt to accept my dollars. I had to leave the post office stampless. I had to hurry to work since the stop took longer than anticipated. I got to my desk thirsty, so I opened the sparkling water only to get blasted in the face and chest with carbonated beverage. Mineral water rained down off my phone and monitor. It looked like a stunt for a sitcom; the water went everywhere. I feel extra awake now and lemony fresh.

I just got a spam comment from Amy Poehler who said she read all my archives and found them really funny. That is not nice, fake Amy Poehler.