cheesebikini?

Ah, ’twas a sweet, sweet Stampede. Indeed.

Find the bunny here.

And there. And here. And there.
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Remember what happened the last time Santa visited North Beach and Chinatown?

Word on the street says he’ll return this weekend.
And he’s one mean drunk.

So you’d better not pout.
 

I’ve heard of “wearable computing,”
but this is out there…

Kid: “Bye Dad…”

Dad: “Wait, where are you going?”

Kid: “I’m going down to hang out on the street corner with some friends.”

Dad: “Hmmm. Is that Marcel kid going with you? You and your friends are going to talk aloud, right?”

Kid: “Of course, and don’t worry, Marcel couldn’t make it — too windy or something.”

Dad: “Well, okay. Have fun.”

Announcer: “Do you talk with your kids? Kids who talk are 94% less likely to become mimes than kids who don’t. So talk to your kids… and make sure they talk back. Parents… the anti-mime.”

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This job drought is driving tech people to the ends of the Earth.

My friend Harmony applied for a four- to six-month gig with Raytheon in Antarctica. Nice work if you can get it, and if you can avoid pulling a Jack Nicholson after a few months locked up with a bunch of eccentric chemists, blasters and postal clerks. Imagine the bizarre parties down there.

There are not many businesses to patronize in the permafrost, so McMurdo workers probably accumulate a decent stack of cash. After your tour of duty, you’re free of the usual barriers to travel (that car and apartment in San Francisco, for example). And you’re that much closer to primo destinations like Patagonia and New Zealand. Now, if only they’d hire interface designers…

UPDATE 1/8/04: We no longer have to imagine bizarre Antarctica parties; we can look at them. I give you Halloween at McMurdo, thanks to Sandwichgirl.