Oh, by the way, when Tim Lincecum was handed the WS trophy, the announcer said, "How does it look?"

Timmy glanced down and said, "Shiny."

Shout out?! Probably not. It is shiny.

I can still hear the roars and cheering out my back door.

And now...sirens.

Don't riot, dumbasses!

I just heard someone on Twitter mention "riot" and I really hope they're engaging in hyperbole. People who riot over sports victories or losses make me sick to my stomach. Don't do it, SF.

I have decided that 'riot' is only acceptable if preceded by any of: 'quiet', 'laugh' or 'Britney Spears sex-'.

Feel better, sumi.

Yay for happies, sports people!

Bonny, those pictures are wonderful--especially the twofer one. You both look very happy with yourselves and each other. I love the coloring, too--eternal summer.

I've been wearing a custom rigid biteplate/nightguard thing for nearly 20 years. It took me several months to get used to it, but once I did, I find I can't sleep without it. It's clear--probably the same thing as the "invisible" braces you exchange periodically to align your teeth, and they used to be used with bleaching gel to whiten teeth. It's clear, and I have worn it to work on very high tension days. It was barely noticeable dealing with the public.

Mine's lexan, or bulletproof. There's a hole chewed in it at one point, and another hole actually fractured off one side of it. Worked out well, because soon after that happened I had a bridge installed on that side and would have had to have it modified to fit around the bridge.

When I set up care with the new dentist after we moved, he wanted to see my nightguard. He wanted to make sure I had actually been wearing it. He looked at it and held it, sort of...reverently. It's pretty battlescarred--but it saved my marriage. I don't grind my teeth hard enough and loud enough to wake H up, and the daily debilitating tension headaches are a thing of the past.

Rigid nightguards are our friends.

Just read more. Apparently people are getting out of hand in the Outer Mission. Dammit.

ION:

Dear Nice But Weird Neighbor:

How many times do you have to spend hours yelling & whistling while walking around the block, annoying your neighbors, before you realize that letting your dogs cruise around off-leash is the cause of your (and our) problem?

Heh. A real SF celebration. From the Chron:

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On Market Street, the celebration quickly turned wild and unruly, with revelers jumping on cars, rocking Muni buses, tossing beer bottles, lighting fireworks and blocking traffic at Seventh Street.

In the city's Castro neighborhood, rowdy residents tossed toilet paper over the Muni lines, briefly halting service while police officers did a quick cleanup.

About 1,000 people swarmed 18th and Castro streets, tossing more toilet paper and blocking the intersection.

Earlier, at the 44 Castro bar, the crowd had erupted in screams as the last strike flew over the plate to end the game and give the home team the trophy. Boys kissed boys, other boys booed George W. Bush and three beefy barmen stripped off their shirts and yelled, "Yeah!"

Manager Marshall Beichner leaped on the bar and shouted the oft-dreamt of, but rarely heard: "Open bar the next five minutes!"

South of Market, homeless men cheered outside a shelter as boom boxes broadcast the game.

I shall give mine a shot, Bev. But after tomorrow and my dental appt. I suspect there is an adjustment period and I don't want an already sore mouth.

I don't think it's going to be a problem, Spidra. The police were ready and primed for something to go off. I'm sure they're coralling everything right now.

Sounds like the problems were confined to property damage, thank goodness.