…when your bling starts to unravel.
Hisuk wasn’t losing his lunch!
SF Botanical Gardens
Google buys a manufacturing building in the Mission
with the breakfast of champions.
I should’ve totally kept my old Datsun truck, Phil could’ve totally made me one of these. Every girl needs one, right?
Not only did this new computer save my butt on a monster job, it’s also a cat butt warmer. Win x 2.
Laine on FB:
I could say my mom’s the coolest mom ever or something, but I’m glad she isn’t. Otherwise, she wouldn’t take too kindly to taking then fixing up pictures of me pretending to be a fictional eco-terrorist. — with Leslie Straw.
Um, thanks, I think.
Page Street, SF.
Another restaurant opening in NOPA, a Mezcaleria.
For her last recital for San Francisco Girls Chorus Chorissima, Laine, my favorite nerd, picks Smeagol.
as Muni. After the white busses drop the kids off at work, they take the elderly to the casinos. You could live your whole life on one, just like a muni hobo.
Guys, in ladybug land the old ladies are cuter than the youth. You’re welcome.
One minute you have a bridle made of flowers and the next you have a lime green tat on your butt.
So I was starting to photo some of the drawings from the Live Drawing Event aka Little Big Draw at Mua Oakland on my back porch that I bought (for such a deal compared to how long it takes me to draw stuff these days) when suddenly a gust of wind blows them all away! Luckily the hand drawing by Lauren Napolitano and the face by Kelly Monson land in my backyard but Michael McConnell’s bad boy sloth goes over the fence! A big rickety one and no one was home to let me in. + to having a neighborhood average age 20’s it was easy to have someone climb the fence, since my own personal minions weren’t home.
New Bi-Rite penthouse action.