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Big Screen — Movie commentary
Blurt — Music's inside track
Booze News — San Diego spirits
Classical Music — Immortal beauty
Classifieds — Free and easy
Close to Home — What it’s like on the street where you live
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
Mario's New Hat
~~"One thing that’s clear from the start is that Mario Escovedo is not all that comfortable talking about himself."~~ Ha! "...but enough about you, let's talk about ME!" When did THAT stop being M's motto? (hawww) Best of luck, Lil' Escovedo. Hope you're having a blast in Austin. Kiss Al for me, eh? :-)— March 14, 2010 6:08 a.m.
Amy Wallen Will Give You Crickets
My friend told me I HAD to read these comments, specifically Beth's story. She KNOWS first hand, that I would've handled this pretty much the way Ricky suggested. I am not the woman who can hold her guano until the time and place are just perfect. I'm certainly not proud of this. I feel a twinge even typing now, because of those nitwits in my past who've suggested a 'real lady' would never pass a poo anywhere under any circumstances. (I recall my cousin telling me in disgust of the first time her boyfriend slept over her house. "And he took a crap in my bathroom!!" Uh, did you want him to go fertilize your garden instead?) So, you BET I warn my pals (even my cousin) with a quick, "Sorry, but you don't want to go in there right now." Women can be sooo catty, but this may be the worst. I couldn't do that to another woman if I TRIED. I have no desire to, either. !?! This sort of reminds me of the people who pound on your walls or door when you're having obviously great sex. Really, who in this situation is the idiot? This was a great chuckle. I'm imagining Margaret Cho telling this story in concert. Whee! I'm glad to learn I'm not the only chick who occasionally sinks a shiznit!— December 3, 2009 2:02 a.m.
A sampling of San Diego's vanity license plates
I thoroughly enjoyed this story. When I was young, I had my name on my plates. I got older, and realized how stupid that was. It's almost the equivalent of rappers that have their names tattooed on their arms. And I'm guessing with female drivers, maybe not a safe thing. I'm wondering, with this economy, if people that have their businesses on their plate, and they then go under...is that a painful, constant reminder every time they get in their vehicle to drive to the next job interview?— February 26, 2009 9:17 p.m.