Your place to share stories on and off the bus.
Photo by Andrew Mager
We heard from Muni rider Amy the other day.
Sorry, M.R.F.K.A.M. (Muni rider formerly known as Michael). Guess it wasn’t your lucky day.
These kinds of important dispatches from the field are the grease that keeps Muni Diaries chuggin’ along. What’s your Muni story? Share it here.
Okay, probably not really. But @claudiafabbrini’s Instagram got us wondering.
And it’s not like Muni riders making the most of their commutes by exercising is new or anything.
Photo by Flickr user Thomas Hawk
While trolling America’s most trusted news source, The Onion, this headline leaped straight into my retinas (and my nose, and my grossly accurate smell memory):
Bus Passenger Believes She Lives In World Where Curried Shrimp Is Odorless
It’s not just curried shrimp for us Muni riders, of course. It’s fried chicken with a tinge of formaldehyde on the 71. It’s your neighbor’s unbecoming new scent, “hot yoga studio but filled w hippies+Mexi food+used diapers,” on the 1. Just as easily, Muni smells like hot-dog juice, fertilizer, week-old pants, or pancakes (AKA the worst breakfast ever).
“Muni totally smells like” is one of our favorite Twitter themes, and it can often make one hell of a story. Send that stuff our way @munidiaries on Twitter or to good ol’ email at muni.diaries.sf@gmail.com
Are we all familiar with the idea of rickroll? Here it goes:
“When Jason put the boombox above his head, it played 5 seconds of Peter Gabriel’s “In Your Eyes” (per Say Anything) and then suddenly jumped to “Never Gonna Give You Up.” My costume was modified to be tear-away, and I was Rick Astley underneath. Boom. Real life rickroll.”
These guys did it all over town, and of course the N and L got rickrolled properly! Check out the video. Props to @SaraMurphy for sending this video our way … and in effect, rickrolling us, too!
Photo by Jef Poskanzer
Don’t forget, the benefit show for Jesse Morris is tonight. Friday, Nov. 11, 9 p.m. at the Uptown in Oakland. 1928 Telegraph Avenue Oakland. (BART: 19th Street Station).
Enjoy these photos and your weekend!
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Photo by Jason Rodman
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Now, I know well enough that these are not the Power Puff Girls, right? I don’t know who these little chicks are, but they look like they’re up to no good. I mean, look at those Mardi Gras beads.
This is the last time I am going to write about something cutesy. I have my reputation to protect. It’s not like I own Hello Kitty chopsticks or anything…