Frazz by Jef Mallett for December 28, 2016

Sorry Jef, but there’s no fog in SF in December.

But you’re right about the people, climate and attitude.

The worse winter I every spent was summer in San Francisco.

Just watch where you step.

http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2016/12/27/san-francisco-grapples-with-growing-crime-blight-after-years-liberal-policies.html?refresh=true

Having been born and raised there, whenever I go back now all I see is gentrification and outlandishly high prices for everything. The Silicone Valley effect no doubt, but still it was home….

I used to like SF. But after a recent third trip, not so much anymore.

If your going to San Francisco, be sure to wear a flower in your hair.

“Less logic-obsessed”? I agree.

You try telling people in Silicon Valley that they are not logic obsessed.

Or, the people at Lawrence Livermore.

Or, UCSF.

I’ll bet that you get an earful.

“FEEEEEEEELINGS nothing more than FEEEEEEEEELINGS”

Very few humans are “logic obsessed” at all. A strange thing to say. Humans are at base illogical so anyone who can sustain a logical mien they are extraordinary.

Gotta agree, San Fran, Alameda, Sausalito are all great places to visit. Unfortunately the property is so valuable that unless you’re a Multi-Millionaire you can’t afford to live there.

Fog? Not at this time of year. It can be wet, cold, foggy and rainy in Benicia, Richmond or anywhere else, and it will be a perfect 65 and unlimited skies in San Francisco in late December.

Frazz is right – there’s not much logic around there.

Regarding my comment from yesterday, I DID see them on my run yesterday! Ms Plainwell is a bit shorter in person though.

since Frazz has dissed math in the past, I don’t think I’ll trust his opinion about who uses logic more

What? Just because our streets aren’t on compass point grids? Welcome to the Bay Area.

Ummm There are other “Bay areas” than San Francisco.

And a little closer to the bridge, they will need the fog to get published – nude beach.

next time you’re in town look me up – we can talk logics (and strangeness).

Seconding solitha. The fog rolls in every morning here “on little cat feet,” as the poet says.