Rad stuff in San Francisco

These are the things I come across that make me happy I carry a camera all the time.
This bear was zip tied to a street pole, right next to the Church of Christ.
His dirty little pillow said "I love you."
Cooking with Tim. I was there...
Were you?
I win.
ut ohes...
The cat... he... well... just see for yourself:
My first GameSpot Blog Post. ZOMG.
So here it is. I figure I've been here for a few months now, and it's about time I started running my mouth here in the blogspace.
I'm going to start out with things I have learned since I moved to San Francisco :
I could go on and on... and I likely will. For now, I'll just leave you with this :

I'm going to start out with things I have learned since I moved to San Francisco :
- Every Staircase / Escalator has a "fast lane." If you are caught actually STANDING in the "fast lane" , people will rudely tell you to move.
- I will buy more shoes than tires for my car. I walk a LOT. Its so much easier, and much better exercise then sitting in my car pounding the steering wheel while screaming at traffic jams.
- Lots of cheap beer is WAY more fun than a few expensive microbrews. Don't get me wrong, I still like "good" beer ... but I seem to be more content sitting at the 540 club drinking my $2 Pabst Blue Ribbon with all my friends around more than anything these days.
- Small, hole-in-the-wall restraunts are likely REALLY GOOD. I can't count the number of times that I have gone into a building the size of a walk in closet, and had some of the best food ever.
- People talking to themselves on the street is ALWAYS funny. Yeah, thats all I really have to say about that.
I could go on and on... and I likely will. For now, I'll just leave you with this :



