Marke B.

It's the cheesiest

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Hello,

Below please find a picture of the grand prize winner in Tillamook Cheese's national macaroni and cheese recipe contest last week.

Sincerely,

Ashley

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Kitty wigs!

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For only $50, your pussy can look like and angel.
(At least 20 percent goes to the ASPCA....). The perfect gift? You decide.

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From kittywigs.com:

Blonde is a magical mix of bashful and brazen. Fern shows off the many moods of a natural blonde: sweet yet catty, smart yet batty -- where life is alluring and coy. Read more »

Marke B's Top 10 2007

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Ah, yes – it’s that time of year again, and why not? There was a whole lotta sonics to love this past year in music, and below is my enhanced top 10 guiltless pleasures of 2007 list. I hope you disagree with and enjoy!

1. Jill Scott, “Hate On Me”

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Year in Music: Tinny bubbles

Viva el lo-fi revolution
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The first time I heard it was in Peru. The pea-colored haze of la garúa — the fog of polluted drizzle that swallows Lima — fell about the airport as I waited in line for my preflight pat-down last spring. Suddenly, a fake-Baped tweener cut to the front, blaring a bootleg Kanye MP3 on his dinky Motorola cell. Poor Ms. West sounded like she'd been graduated into a bigger, stronger, faster chipmunk. Read more »

Santarchy's on its way, jingle jingle

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Don’t freak out if you missed Folsom this summer, or if you forgot to pop into the Mission for Cinco De Mayo, or couldn’t make it Pride or whatever. This is San Francisco, remember? The sun may be gone, but the gratuitous rallies ain’t stopping anytime soon. Read more »

Calling all shred-heds: Hesher finals at Thee Parkside

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By Justin Juul

Karaoke isn’t just for drunk bachelorettes, annoying frat boys, and Japanese man-whores anymore. (Such language! -- ed.)

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Now, thanks to the folks down at Thee Parkside, you and all your goofy and jaded hipster friends can enjoy it too. Hesher, Thee Parkside’s monthly karaoke and air guitar contest, has been building up heavy metal steam all year long and is about to go into finals mode. Read more »

The Elationists: Seizing the day after

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By Benedict Sinclair

The Foundation for the Preservation of Fantastic Possibilities lies behind black double doors, like any you’d happen upon in a SOMA alley. They stand without a grandiose poster or sign to mark the entrance. Unexpected, for a crew bearing such a title. A simple white “444” points the way. Inside a sign reads “Behold! Read more »

Guardian Sports: Zipped lips for Ravens

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By AJ Hayes

It's interesting how the NFL promotes itself as the all-American sport while making its players follow a zipped-lip policy you might have expected to find behind the Iron Curtain. That's the Iron Curtain of the former USSR, not the Steel Curtain of the '70s Pittsburgh Steelers.

For all the times football fans have had to sit through incessant flag waving John Mellencamp's "This is Our County" Chevy ads during NFL telecasts you might have thought that the NFL big wigs would have freedom of speech as a basic right of it's employees. Read more »

Pollution for truth? Egads!

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By Benedict Sinclair

SF Tea Party for 9/11 Truth
Dec. 16, 1pm
Pier 39
415-451-8102
www.communitycurrency.org

Hoo, boy -- here come the truth fetishists. They’re still groping away at that mirage in the distance where we all get to know what actually happened on 9/11, who was behind it, and how to claim the tragedy for political means in order to replace one lame duck for another in that most outmoded of positions, "American president". Read more »

Hotlines

Serious nightlife shit going down. plus: Nightlight Music, Tormenta Tropical, and Tiefschwarz
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superego@sfbg.com

SUPER EGO Gurl, my phones have been ringing themselves right out of my brand-new Safeway paper bag purse. The pink one, the silver one, the little lavender one I usually keep tucked in my Dita Von Teese fringed mesh teddy — they're all off the hook, jingling like sequins in daylight. Bitches are chatty — scandal for the holidays, how novel — and you know I'd rather gag on Josh Groban or jack off to the L.L. Read more »