If Muni buses could talk
Says lycheeblack: “I saw a bus getting filled to capacity while I was on my own bus. I think if they could talk this would have happened.”
See the entire totally-fucking-adorable comic here.
Category: Aww: Cute on Muni
Cat on Muni avoids fashion don’t with sheer awesomeness
Leopard print is a tough look to pull off, especially when said print clashes with the print attached to your body. But this kitty is owning a would-be fashion faux-pas with convincing, bold ferocity. I mean, check out the red-carpet-ready stance.
For further consideration: Who owned their respective look better, leopard-skin kitty or punk-rock cat?
We don’t like cats on Muni that much. OK, that is a complete and utter lie.
Thanks for the pic, @airyspeaks.
And the award for Best Muni Passenger goes to …
This person on @chelseahaupt’s bus:
Somebody just gave the bus driver a hand-made thank you card and she's now crying. #TheLittleThings
— Chelsea Haupt (@chelseahaupt) July 16, 2013
See, they’re not all terrible. Nor are Muni drivers (wink wink).
Via @pixiethought
Learn to Dance in a Year, Show it off on BART
Karen learned how to dance in a year, starting with a very awkward first day. She practiced everywhere and guess where she decided to show off her final accomplishment? At the South San Francisco BART station, of course.
People who watch me dance today sometimes assume I’ve been dancing for many years. I made this video so you could see the awkward body that started just one year ago.
Here’s my secret: I practiced everywhere. At bus stops. In line at the grocery store. At work — Using the mouse with my right hand and practicing drills with my left hand. You don’t have to train hardcore for years to become a dancer. But you must be willing to practice and you better be hungry.
Pants, other things, on Muni
“Back Then, Muni Terrified Me”
Funny how something as small as riding the bus can serve as a marker of a period in your life in San Francisco. We found this mini diary on Tumblr from Anna Takes Photos:
I want to share this rather crooked, boring photo because I found it hidden on my flickr and it’s kind of sentimental now. I took this in June of 2008, five years ago, while waiting to get into a show at the Fillmore. I was in high school, I lived in shitty suburbia, music was the only good thing in my life. I remember my friend and I would sit outside that post office and these buses would keep going by. Back then Muni terrified me. Five years later, I live in San Francisco and ride that very same bus that goes past the Fillmore almost every day.
Do you also remember parts of your life by the bus you rode at the time?