And I’ll bet if you zoomed in, the picture of Salesforce Tower has a picture of Salesforce Tower on it, and so on:
Anyway, almost done.
It’s already dominating the dojo of Frisco’s skyline…
Oh, did I say “political fundraiser?” What I meant to say was event, or better yet, soiree. Never call a fundraiser a fundraiser – that’s the rule.
Anywho, what you do is start off by saying that the official bird of Frisco is no longer the California Quail, it’s the crane. The construction crane! (‘Cause you don’t know to call it a tower crane.) And then you laugh at your own “joke.” And then you blow a few dog whistles, you know, scary names like CHRIS DALY or AARON PESKIN afore you remind one and all how critical their “support” is to you and how, basically, all of us in this room are on the same team.
That’s how it works.
In closing, build, build, build.
As it looks from my ‘hood at Zero Dark Thirty:
Artist’s conception of finished tower after installation:
The Terrible Zigûr will keep an “eye” on Mount Sutro, depicted at right, and maybe buy Twitter, who knows.
When asked for comment, Gorthaur the Cruel cryptically bellowed, “Bedrock, baby!”
That’s a good one, Sauron. Keep ’em coming.
Welcome to town, Dark Lord.
Temporarily, I s’pose.
Still, it’s quite striking if you’re not yet used to seeing this building.
Hey, Salesforce Tower – do you, you know, considering the landfill issue, go all the way down to bedrock? Oh you do? Awesome.
As seen on Market near 6th: