Binkomonster!

You would think these words could be avoided in a place like this.

Saturday morning. We've had our montly ritual of face resurfacing. (Just kidding, it's only a simple facial. You know get rid of the dirt/dead skin, let the new stuff shine through). After a delightful evening of too many cocktails, there wasn't enough time to choke down some protein this morning to ward off the more ill effects of said imbibing. No problem. Remedied with a stop at a nice brunch place. Ottimista is right down the way so we find a table and sit down to do some leisurely reading, and order up some nibbles and a 'little of the hair of the dog that bit us'. (translation: blood orange mimosa).  Its nice in that the place isn't overly packed (which can be the case for a joint on Union/Fillmore), just a few early afternoon stragglers. Not paying attention to much around, except the odd words that filter through the ether and land on our sensitive ears. A sampling?
1. Juggernaut
2. Platform
(oh shut these bastards up already, if you want to have a VC conversation, can you PLEASE go down to Bucks instead?)
3. Call me and we'll set something up
4. Just demolished it
5. You know, shorter guys are just, well.... (uh, ?)
6. No, we don't want to sit at the bar because we want to EAT stuff sweetie!
7. Im gonna be like, soooo bummed...
(ugh, kill me, kill me now.)
Raising the head to take a quick look around, you've got a couple scrunched in a corner eagerly poring through every page of Paper City (sigh) while swilling respective glasses of (just a guess) Cab and Merlot. Hey. At least the wait staff is SUPER nice (and very accomodating). Top marks for good food. Good capuccino, and nice vino selection. Change out all the patrons. Except of course, for us.

Hey waiter, there's a heart in my latte!

It has been an interesting week. We have managed to sneak a few quality moments here and there. A breakfast break for some capuccino laced with hearts. A real estate soiree followed by girls night out. A quick chat to reconnect with some of the solidiers in our camp that also 'grind for the man'. It has also been cold this week. To those on the East Coast (you know, 'over there'), complaining about 55 and 59 degree temperatures is most likely viewed as serious whining. But for a transplant whose blood has now acclimated (er, thinned), it's getting uncomfortable. This does not bode well. Next thing you know, we'll be in senior-citizen-baking-away-in-hot-humid-sticky-Florida brigade. Oh heaven help us. We've also been making time to scour the interwebby for new nuggets and funnies to generate a few laughs. And the interwebby delivered. See here. The Beast published its list of the 20 most loathsome in America. Heh. While we agree heartily with all the choices, there is a criticism. Why stop with 50? Come on, expand out to a 100 and pickup those we would add. For instance, the list is definitely light on a few stupid cows (Star Jones for one). And really. Just keeping Paris Hilton in the fray is missing the point. No. Much more complete would this be with the addition of her meaningless parents Kathy and Rick. And hey! Why stop there? Kimberly Stewart surely deserves a poke (not a physical one, I'm sure she is not for wanting in that department). And for goodness sake. How can you publish this list without including Jessica Simpson? We're being shortchanged here. Still. Perhaps there is an argument for keeping things compact. After all. Once you get going, the temptation to roll past 100 to oh, say 500 or something would be difficult to resist. And at the end of the day, how disappointing would that be? But we digress...

Things.

Let us start off by stating (since we've been spending FAR too much precious time reading the various things available out there in blog-land lately) what we here at Binkomonster don't do:

1. We don't take pictures every day. Even though we have a really AWESOME camera.
All those high resolution pictures of our board members take disk space folks. We're running out of it.

2. We don't talk about poop. Or farts.
We just show pictures (note our founder below trying to bury evidence of his...)

3. We don't navel gaze.

4. We don't discuss any number of afflictions that may or may not be held by current board members.  Life is short. And meant for providing amusement.

5. We don't pontificate. At least, we try not to. The jury is still out on our measure of success.

What do we do then?
Well, we talk about Binkomonster of course. And also try to provide some guidance on alcohol and food available in the Bay Area. And perhaps rant and rave a bit. So with that, let's venture forth into today's coverage shall we?