What’s this? It’s accounting software PLUS it’s cloud-based?! OMG, I’m totally fucking there, Dude!
After all, it’s a “must-attend” event…
What does this say to you – does it say rich man-child?
(Also, why are young well-to-do bachelors moving to the somnolent Outer Richmond? IDK, but they’re here now, that’s for sure.)
Maserati used to be rare. Not no more.
I suppose this was yet another Dreaded Sunny Day Way Out West in The Richmond District, so that’s why so many windows are open? (I’ll bet the ClearChannel people would like to have a windows-shut-all-the-time policy, just guessing.)
Anywho, this is one remarkable wrap:
I’m thinking our corrupt MUNI SFMTA just gave away ad space to the NFL for #SB50 lately, so if we’re generating any kind of money from this non-Puppy Monkey Baby ad for Mountain Dew, that’s fine with me.
It’s just striking seeing this thing, that’s all…
OK, here’s how we start – it’s 7 of 9* in a silver wrap:
And here’s the latest – the newest giant gold Super Bowl 50 “50.” It’s “7 of 10” in a gold wrap:
In the words of Hannibal Lecter, what could be more inapproriate?
Oh maybe this, a random SF tech bro’s gold-wrapped Lambo:
And the funny thing is that SB50 doesn’t really affect me myself a whit – I already know which areas to avoid, like the plague, so I’m not personally aggravated at all. Simply, SB50 was a bad deal for us, SB50 was a sad deal for us. And say what you will about how this football match down in Santa Clara somehow makes us a “world-class city,” but it doesn’t, not at all. And wouldn’t you admit that this event would be a better deal for us if the NFL kicked in for all what we’re doing for them? You know, like $5 million or $10 million or whatever figure people calculate long after we can do anything about it? What did the America’s Cup end up losing us, something like low 8 figures, right? (At least we didn’t guarantee PSL revenue for the already-failed Levi’s Stadium the way Santa Clara did, so things could be worse, I’ll admit.) Anyway, the people pushing the America’s Cup on us admitted it would only really pay off if the event came back two or three times in the coming decade. But we know now that that’s not gonna happen. And similarly, I can’t see the NFL wanting to come back here in seven years or whatever our civic boosters are counting on / yearning for. Sry.
That’s a wrap!
*Here’s all what I know about Star Trek – it was such a rip off of Forbidden Planet it’s not even funny, Tribbles, Spock dies / gets reborn, somehow, Khaaaaaaan!, and the character name Seven of Nine, that’s it, sry. (Oh, and don’t miss the cosplay version. Yowzer.)
Oh actually it’s a MUNI bus with an expensive YAHOO wrap, the better for YAHOO to curry favor with SFGov
This kind of ad campaign might have made sense like two decades ago, but what about now?
Myself, I wouldn’t give any more money to the SFMTA without getting some kind of reform in return. So just saying to MUNI, “Here, take our money, keep up the good work, and try to lay off our corporate shuttle bus ‘trial'” might seem to be doing more harm than good.
You’d think a SAFETYCAR such as this one would spend its time on a racetrack up north, but no, it mingles with regular cars on the streets of San Francisco, like this:
Now here’s the update, from Jake Saltzman:
IDK, did SAFETYCAR block traffic in a yellow zone during towaway rush hour and then did DPT have it towed as a hazard to navigation? Well, something like that.
(Someday, _I’ll_ own and operate a SAFETYCAR!)
Isn’t it ironic, dontcha think? It’s like rain on your wedding day, in’nt? (Actually, it’s not at all like rain on your wedding day – that’s what makes it ironic.)
If you embarrass easily, this isn’t the ride for you:
Hey, how many cylinders in the engine? You’ll never guess.
How about three? Three cylinders.
Apparently, that’s good enough to allow this hybrid the carpool lane.
In conclusion, meh.
At first glance, the “wrap” on this Golden Gate Park shuttle van allowed it to blend in with all the nearby Victorians. Imagine my surprise when I noticed it moving!
I was like, “AHAHAHAHA … remarkable!“
Boy, you got me good, RPD.