Chicken’s day out (not that chicken)

This chicken was granted clemency, it would seem. Muni rider Kevin has the deets:

I saw this chicken contentedly stowing a ride in a passenger’s jacket on the F. The man and his female companion appeared to be homeless, or at least the leathery orange skin and general funk made me think they had spent a lot of time outside without baths lately. The woman became agitated when another passenger joked about frying the chicken up. She complained to the chicken handler that this was “like talking about frying up a dog.” So apparently the chicken was not intended for consumption.

As can be seen in the photo, the man gradually fell asleep, hunched over with the chicken in his lap. When their stop arrived, the woman had some trouble waking him. Strangely, the bird didn’t seem to mind being slept upon.

See how fun it is to share your Muni stories?

Not even for a pop celebrity?

At the Treasure Island Music Festival last night, during Belle and Sebastian‘s head-lining set, affable frontman Stuart Murdoch asked the audience for fashion tips. It went something like this:

“Should I wear the hat? Well, see, earlier I was on the J-Church and when I got off, I left me hat on board. I tried to knock on the door, but the driver wasn’t having any of it.”

Sound familiar?

Besides being so danceable and amazing, B&S’s set referenced our fair city a couple of times (“Piazza, New York Catcher” and “Sukie in the Graveyard”). He was looking at the rad view of the city from Treasure Island, made even more beautiful by the Giants-orange-lit Coit Tower.

Perhaps one of Murdoch’s thousands of admiring SF fans can urge him to write a song that at least mentions Muni? I can see it, actually. The term “J-Church” rolled off his Scottish lips so easily …

The winner of the grand Muni tournament is …


Photo by Tenderloin Geographic Society.

I got back from a three-week break to find out that not a whole hell of a lot happened, with work, with friends. But what this week has taught me is that a lot of great internet took place in my absence (and not just here on MD, heh).

Case in point: The Tenderbloggers turned us on to Tenderloin Geographic Society, specifically two Muni-related posts there.

The first, above, is adorned with the following:

I understand that in some schools, children are made to race in competitions where, regardless of their placement, all receive medals.  Who could imagine that the practice continued well beyond the 4th grade?

The second one, well, it’s too good not to force ask you to click on and go read on TGS’s site. So go. But come back? We’ll miss you.

Also, here’s a fun game: Tell us whom you think should receive that trophy up there. Any and all candidates are eligible.

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