Praise to Cedichou, who successfully predicted SF Weekly's "Best of San Francisco" editorial winners months in advance merely by noticing Meredith Brody's convenient restaurant choices:
If you are NOT a French-Cal-Italian restaurant AND you have been visited by
Meredith, then you are THE best of the bay. She is holy that way.
And the key to being one of those: easy freeway access from the East Bay suburbs.
Praise to MattyMatt of SFist for digging deep into the hold-up of MUNI's long-promised NextBus system. You want to know if it's going to be three minutes or forty for that bus or rail line to show up? Tough shit! The equipment's installed to give you the information, but no one at MUNI is going to turn it on for you. Fug it, I'll drive.
Praise to the Beer Can Collector of Utah. 70,000 beers over eight years = 24 beers a day. You can't just throw those memories away.
Praise to P.O.D., dear sweet P.O.D.. In 2002, these Christian mooks struck gold with two of the decade's lamest rock songs. First, they made heavy airplay with "Alive," a trackt that sounded suspiciously like Pearl Jam if they replaced Eddie Vedder with Vanilla Ice and then huffed a whole can of Easy Off. But they were just gettin' wauuurmed up: P.O.D hit it even bigger with their next single: "We are, we are, the youth of the nation," the 30-year-old man sang, with a chorus of misunderstood teenagers chanting along. The message was the same as it was among all the Hot Topic nu-metal bands: Pay attention to me, Dad!
Well, P.O.D. could have stopped there. At their final tour show of 2002, they could have gazed at the audience of teenagers, folded their arms, and thought, We just stunted the emotional development of millions of high school students by validating for them that their generation is uniquely misunderstood by their parents. Cool.
But P.O.D. has something their fans don't: ambition. And P.O.D. is determined to stupidify the next generation of mildly literate, megachurch-attending children before they can even learn to think.
Hot New Girls' Name: Neveah
In 1999, there were only eight newborn American girls named Nevaeh.
Last year, it was the 70th-most-popular name for baby girls, ahead of
Sara, Vanessa and Amanda.
Nevaeh is not in the Bible or any religious text. It is not from a
foreign language. It is not the name of a celebrity, real or fictional...
The surge of Nevaeh can be traced to a single event: the appearance of
a Christian rock star, Sonny Sandoval of P.O.D., on MTV in 2000 with
his baby daughter, Nevaeh. "Heaven spelled backwards," he said.
While Neveah isn't the worst name ever, Sandoval deserves some positive credit for the name's development. You see, he's really done us a favor; over the past five years, he has branded 11,000 kids for life with a tag that says "Don't waste your time with me. I was raised to watch Fox News and believe in Intelligent Design."
And finally, praise to you. Praise you to Hell. Oops... Praise you to Lleh.
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