Happy Halloween From BuboBlog

This morning I was awoken by a boy in a monkey costume.

I was disoriented at first and feared the worst. "You Maniacs! You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to hell!"



Fortunately it was just Elliot.

Watching the Game

We don't currently have a television, which means I've had to get creative with ways to view the World Series. Adding a toddler into the mix is an additional complication. Surprising as it may be, a 2-year-old doesn't relish the idea of watching three hours of baseball.

We spent Saturday evening at a pizza place, where Elliot interacted with fellow patrons and made things out of orange Play-Doh.



Sadly, this is still the closest the San Francisco Giants have come to a World Series ring. (Today, at least.)

UPDATE: The Giants now have real rings (no Play-Doh needed).

Breaking News: Moon Appears in Daytime

Elliot has become increasingly obsessed with the moon in recent months. Every night before bedtime, he demands to be taken out onto the balcony to see it. (This being San Francisco, the fog often leaves him disappointed.) He used to ask to see the moon during the day too, but we've explained to him that it goes to sleep during the day and wakes up at night. (I feel a little bad not providing a more scientific explanation.)



This morning we got off on the bus and began walking to daycare when Elliot saw the moon in the sky. He was gobsmacked.

Elliot pointed repeatedly at the sky, saying "Moon...moon...moon!" Some passers-by tried to say hello to him, but he only wanted to tell them about the moon. They laughed and kept going. Elliot seemed pretty sure he was sitting on the story of his life, and no one cared. Fools, don't you realize? THE MOON IS AWAKE IN DAYTIME.

The universe is a mysterious place.

A Little Too Real?

To stay dry last weekend, we took Elliot to the Westfield San Francisco Centre's rotunda, one of my favorite spots for rainy-day loitering.

It turns out Sony had taken over the floor to demonstrate the new PlayStation Move, which uses motion-activated controllers and cameras to create an augmented version of reality on screen.



It's pretty cool, but only served to make a 2-year-old and 37-year-old feel equally incompetent. Elliot mainly stared at the wrong screen and occasionally tried to put the controller in his pants.



When I tried to play, I thought the object was to hit a dog with a racket. But then a 10-year-old ambled up and explained that the dog just keeps you company. The idea is to use the controller to squirt water at targets (or something). He took over, and while I still wasn't quite clear on the point of the game, I had to admire his skills.

Suddenly, I felt wetness on my feet. Wow, I thought. This virtual-reality stuff is amazing. It actually feels like I'm being sprayed with water. It turns out the kid got overzealous with the controller and accidentally dumped out his Sunkist soda.

He quickly handed me back the controller and ran off, leaving me to take the blame.

Nature Doesn't Smile on Tenderloin Sunday Streets

San Francisco is now in its third year of Sunday Streets — the mayor's project to close roads on certain Sundays in order to promote walking, bicycling and other non-automobile activities. The idea is to make the city more livable and kid-friendly.

It seems like it's been pretty successful so far, though we hadn't personally participated until now. The photo below shows how Sunday Streets works ideally — this is from a previous iteration when they took over the Embarcadero (picture courtesy of the Sunday Streets site).



This week's Sunday Streets was slated for the Tenderloin and Civic Center, and the city was waiting with bated breath to see if the area's drug dealers, crazies and prostitutes were going to take part. Sadly, a rainstorm and 20-mile-an-hour winds pretty much prevented *anyone* from showing up.



Since this is the closest Sunday Streets has come to our neighborhood, we felt like it was our duty to stop by. We were pretty much the only people there, and they ended up closing down at noon.

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At least Elliot was able to retreat to his weatherproof chamber and eat a PB&J in comfort.



The good news: The Tribe Origins tent gave us all their free samples of hummus. We have enough for weeks!

The Showdown of the 'No-Crown Towns'

BuboBlog congratulates the San Francisco Giants on winning the National League pennant and advancing to the World Series.

When people talk about droughts in Major League Baseball, they invariably mention the Cubs, which have now gone 102 years since their last World Series crown. Pretty soon there won't be many people left who were alive in 1908, let alone were cognizant enough to follow Chicago area sports.

Still, I have to assert San Francisco's supremacy in the worst-drought category. Our city has never won a World Series, and we've had baseball for 52 years. Chicago's other team, the White Sox, won their last title in 2005. That means Chicago's drought has lasted a mere five years.



As you can see, San Francisco's opponent in this World Series — Dallas-Ft. Worth, i.e., the Texas Rangers — also has never won a title. But they've only waited 38 years.

UPDATE: While I'm pushing "Showdown of the No-Crown Towns" as the nickname for the World Series, another contender appears to be emerging on Twitter: "Queers versus Steers."

I somehow doubt the Fox announcers are going to use that.

SECOND UPDATE: Really, AP? You went with a San Francisco treat pun in the lede of your story?

The Graffiti Box Gets Violent

It's been a while since I've checked in with the graffiti box.

Sadly, it appears to have been the scene of some gun violence.



Either that or someone is using very runny paint (folks, remember to keep it inside the lines).