Apparently, the odds of my accidentally posting an article on Sac Rag is less than cars driving through buildings in our fair city. Here we go again and again.
Anyone else think we should have had a proposition against bad driving in the Special Election?
Now when you heard about this protest, you had to know it wasn’t going to be the staff from the new Hooters. And these brazen protesters did not disappoint. One of the women who was arrested (Sheba Love no less), actually had a beard. “War is indecent, Special Elections are indecent,” quoth Ms. Love as she was carted off to be booked. You know, I was gonna say something about apples and oranges there but somehow it doesn’t seem appropriate.
Oh, and the small crowd that gathered to witness the spectacle? Mostly men, or as I prefer to call them, “pervs.”
Found this great Sacramento site today (remember Geocities?) that details many of Sacramento’s claims to fame. While it hasn’t been updated it quite some time, you life long Sacramentans will enjoy strolling down memory lane with Ian and his HTML 101 listings of such nuggets like:
By the News & Review’s count, the Sacramento area has hosted 15% of the country’s serial killers, a high rate for the U.S.’s 20th-largest metropolitan area. (Caveat: the SNR counts 9 serial killers between 1971 and 1992, and three more since then, but adds in non-Sacto killers like Juan Corona, Leonard Lake, and Cary Stayner.)
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In August 2002, Time magazine declared Sacramento the most diverse city in the nation
Please take the time to review these fun facts and feel free to report back here with your thoughts.
Yes, I realize Philadelphia is a different city, one about which I am not fit to snark. But here’s some ballsy sports commentary from The Barnesyard. I think he’s spot on with that Webber/Peja analogy.
FYI, “Trust No Man; Fear No B*tch” is the advice I got from new graffiti at my light rail stop today. I’ve had since about 7:30 a.m. to contemplate the saying and I’m still not finding it too relevant to my life. Also experienced on the light rail today, the following conversation on a cell phone: “They didn’t even have a convertible for me. I’m the homecoming princess and they didn’t even get a convertible. My mom was hecka mad, she was all like, ‘y’all are the most unorganized bunch of people how can they not have a convertible for the homecoming princess?'” At that point I put on my Ipod so over Allison Kraus all I got was “princess… homecoming princess.. convertible… next year…” but I think I got the important parts. Boy, somebody had a case of the Mondays! I’m just wondering who in their right mind would ride in a convertible in this weather. Anyway, that’s the news from Sac Light Rail. You heard it here first.
In case the word “stabbing” left you unsure if the man who bled to death in the parking lot of a local Motel had a really bad headache that even Excedrine couldn’t help, CBS has a very helpful graphic to go with the story.
Also, I like the last line: “Police say the suspect was an acquaintance of the victim.” Not sure if this means they were poker buddies or if it’s just because his knife was acquainted with the victim’s body. Yeah, some of my friends are total jerks too.
“Bridges on the River” certainly sounds nicer than “Overpasses on the River” – but if the sight of an old highway’s underbelly doesn’t fit into your idea of a delightful culinary experience, I suggest you pick your table strategically. If you’re headed to the bar (and my focus at sacrag is bar experiences, not full-blown restaurant reviews), then you’re pretty much safe from the view of Highway 80, unless you’re by the big window at the far end.
Bridges has a good wine list, full bar and a fabulous food offerings. I hear the froglegs are the best appetizer, but my fellow cocktailers were too chicken (yeah, pun intended) to try them. Bridges is a converted mansion – each room is different, and the bar is no exception. Its warm, casual atmosphere is quite a contrast from the elegant foyer entrance and upscale manicured grounds.
Bridges’ location (way out on Garden Highway) probably limits its potential patronage – especially those looking for just drinks and apps. I do hope that more Sacramentans discover that Bridges is a great find, not too far from downtown. And especially that my fellow Natomas-dwellers realize an escape from stripmall eatery hell is not that far from home.
Heckasac comes roaring back this morning, with a nice counterpoint to previous comments made here about daredevil East Sac cyclists. On second thought, what if “Olaf” is the puncher? I know that’s a male name, but a handle is a handle for a reason.
So a 20 year old man was “found dead behind a Sacramento home Friday morning after apparently being electrocuted by downed power lines.” Pretty crazy, huh? Crazy that in this day and age people still would go near a downed power line? No, what’s really crazy about this story is the following wonderful example of Sacramentocana (I don’t use this non-word nearly enough) And I quote:
“It’s really kind of a shock to us. When we give folks directions they usually follow them and stay safe,” Sacramento Metro Fire Capt. Steve Turner said.
If you listen to KWOD 2.0 with any regularity, I’ve got a wager for you: Bet you can’t go a week without hearing that Spacehog song. You know, the only Spacehog song anybody knows. It was great for that one week in 1995, but I’m not sure how you’re going to contrast yourself from Bob or Jack or their younger cousin (coming soon, I’m sure) by putting it on weekly rotation. What’s next, Marcy’s Playground?
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