Ask a Hipster — Advice you didn't know you needed
Big Screen — Movie commentary
Blurt — Music's inside track
Booze News — San Diego spirits
Classical Music — Immortal beauty
Classifieds — Free and easy
Cover Stories — Front-page features
Drinks All Around — Bartenders' drink recipes
Excerpts — Literary and spiritual excerpts
Feast! — Food & drink reviews
Feature Stories — Local news & stories
Fishing Report — What’s getting hooked from ship and shore
From the Archives — Spotlight on the past
Golden Dreams — Talk of the town
The Gonzo Report — Making the musical scene, or at least reporting from it
Letters — Our inbox
Movies@Home — Local movie buffs share favorites
Movie Reviews — Our critics' picks and pans
Musician Interviews — Up close with local artists
Neighborhood News from Stringers — Hyperlocal news
News Ticker — News & politics
Obermeyer — San Diego politics illustrated
Outdoors — Weekly changes in flora and fauna
Overheard in San Diego — Eavesdropping illustrated
Poetry — The old and the new
Reader Travel — Travel section built by travelers
Reading — The hunt for intellectuals
Roam-O-Rama — SoCal's best hiking/biking trails
San Diego Beer — Inside San Diego suds
SD on the QT — Almost factual news
Sheep and Goats — Places of worship
Special Issues — The best of
Street Style — San Diego streets have style
Surf Diego — Real stories from those braving the waves
Theater — On stage in San Diego this week
Tin Fork — Silver spoon alternative
Under the Radar — Matt Potter's undercover work
Unforgettable — Long-ago San Diego
Unreal Estate — San Diego's priciest pads
Your Week — Daily event picks
To Stella from Mica: Tales of Beyond the Front Door
Also, my vet sells the larger dose for the bigger cats and a nine pound and under that I get for Peanut. Although she is chunking up a bit now that she is officially a cat. She has a doctor appointment tomorrow. We shall see if she fits into the big kitty catagory now.— March 23, 2010 1 p.m.
Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore
Not exactly the kind of black boots you had in mind, hmmmm? Your foot should go back to normal, magics. Like SD, when I broke mine (at a lollapalooza concert, no less), it hurt when it was going to rain. Now I can't even remember what foot it was!! And my sexy boot was beige. I would have loved to have had the black one with those super-smart looking velcro straps.— March 23, 2010 12:56 p.m.
To Stella from Mica: Tales of Beyond the Front Door
It really is bad practice to try to self-administer the correct dose. It's just not worth it. Everytime I have to Advantage my cats, I hate it and so do they. That stuff truly is poison - it should come with a skull and crossbones label. Does anyone know of a more natural way to control fleas? I really, really dislike the use of poisons.— March 23, 2010 8:39 a.m.
Update: Beautiful Jessie has come home! And: What we learned about lost/found animals
Can you believe how I spelled bureaucracy? And now I can't SIIIIIGGGGNNN!!!!!!!— March 20, 2010 2:44 p.m.
Update: Beautiful Jessie has come home! And: What we learned about lost/found animals
Government beauracracy is a whoooole 'nuther can of worms. You have my sympathy. The difference with my job is that these kinds of calls typically accompanied some reference to how we were interfering with their (take your pick): vacation, taking kids to soccer practice, hair or nail appointment, or their work. I heard this constantly when agents and loan brokers were screaming at me to get their clients into my office to sign - Me: Hello, Mrs. Buyer. I need you to come in today to sign, as I just received your loan documents that expire tomorrow. Mrs. Buyer: Why did you just get them today (dripping with thinly veiled hostility)? Me: I don't know, I am not the lender. Would you please call your husband and make arrangements? I cannot get all the processing done after you sign and get them back via Federal Express to your lender in Texas if you do not sign by 3:00 today. Mrs. Buyer: TODAY? I can't possibly come in today at 3:00. I WORK!!! What time are you open until? Me: 5:00 p.m. Mrs. Buyer: We can be there at 6:00 and no sooner. Ad nauseum X 1,000 for years and years.— March 20, 2010 11:44 a.m.
More Growing Up Gilroy
CF, I have thought about clicking on that show just to see what it's about, and every time I don't. The title pretty much says it all. But I'm glad it's on because maybe it will deter even one kid from going down that really difficult road. Oh, come on, SD, admit it! You have a secret crush on "The Sich", don't you....?— March 20, 2010 8:39 a.m.
Update: Beautiful Jessie has come home! And: What we learned about lost/found animals
Okay, this is from a colleague who writes a brilliant blog called "escrowsucks". For those of you who may not know, I was an escrow officer for years, a job that requires the ability to deal with unbearable amounts of stress placed on you by idiots. This guy sums it up perfectly. Attached is an actual voicemail he received from a client. Mind you, I used to get these messages (especially before holidays) from - insert any idiot involved in the transaction except escrow - on a daily basis. Listen and laugh and realize that this is an honest-to-god real recording. You will also have a better understanding of why I finally said "f*** this s***"! http://wp.me/pJAQJ-1k— March 20, 2010 8:24 a.m.
Hobnobbing at the Hob Nob
This makes me very sad. What's happened to him?— March 20, 2010 8:16 a.m.
More Growing Up Gilroy
I'm so ashamed: http://www.mtv.com/shows/jersey_shore/cast_member… I have never watched the show, I swear, but I have been plagued by people who love this guilty pleasure!— March 19, 2010 8:45 p.m.
Update: Beautiful Jessie has come home! And: What we learned about lost/found animals
Not to get off subject, but I went out front and looked up and it just looked like a good photo-op. It's such a beautiful day and the sky is so blue. This tree is a least thirty feet tall. http://i747.photobucket.com/albums/xx120/PickleCa…— March 19, 2010 4:10 p.m.