
I've found myself strangely addicted to local blog Sex Pigeon. The conceit of this one-man personal site is simple: Take one boring picture from your everyday life, of a market fruit display or passengers on a BART train, then add a snarky caption. Repeat.
What comes off is a surreal, never-ending narrative through one guy's otherwise normal life, with lines that sound as if clipped from some postmodern, angst-filled novel of impending apocalyptic doom.
A picture of a plumbing supply store under stormy clouds is accompanied with the commentary, "Our ruin, it's so close, can you tell? Touch your fingers to this shop window and feel our collective, quaking spine."
Over the top? Definitely. A slight ring of truth? Quite possibly.
While you might find Sex Pigeon's commentary on buying pastries at Bakesale Betty or oogling girls in the Mission a little too hipper-than-thou, you'll probably still find yourself coming back.