My reaction to the news that Mark Hamill will be hosting the San Francisco Symphony pops concert was disbelief. No, it can’t be, that’s impossible! But it’s true. The actor known best for his role as Luke Skywalker in the Star Wars saga will present the afternoon of “Music at the Movies” on Sunday, Aug. 4 at 4pm at the Green Music Center. Tickets are $25 to $100.

My editor told me the news, and at first it was hard to believe. But when he lifted me out of my chair from across the room by simply raising his hand in a choking motion, saying in a disappointed tone, ”I find your lack of faith disturbing,” I quickly changed my tune. Hamill will try to help the symphony to stay on target through pieces by John Williams, Danny Elfman and others. No, he will do it, because there is no try. Shut up, Grizzle, my editor says. Fine, I tell him, this is boring conversation anyway.

But will Hamill be conducting a piece? If he takes the stage, the audience might get a very bad feeling about this. But it might all be a clever rouse to cover up the real conductor, Sarah Hicks, who has served as Principal Conductor of Pops and Specials Presentations with the Minnesota Orchestra since 2009. Those 16th notes, too accurate for Hamill, one might think. Only imperial conductors are so precise.

Don’t get stressed on the way to the concert—if some big galoot in a tree crushing SUV cuts you off in the parking lot, just let the wookie win. And dress nicely—you don’t want to be called a scruffy-looking nerf herder, do you? But don’t get cocky. And as always, may the Force be with you.

Today, KTVU News announced the names of the pilots on Asiana Flight 214, provided to them, apparently, by a 12 year-old boy, and vetted by nobody.

• KTVU announces pilots’ names

Yeah—we didn’t think “Sum Ting Wong,” “Wi Tu Lo,” “Ho Lee Fuk” and “Bang Ding Ow” were real names either.

For your cringeworthy moment of the day, here’s video footage of KTVU’s reporter reading the names out loud on live television.

It didn’t take too long for KTVU to issue a correction and apologize.

What’s better than a grill loaded with meats and vegetables lathered up in a tangy, spicy BBQ sauce? How about six grills matched up with six chefs, who’ve set about to create the most delicious food and wine pairing that they can possibly imagine? The 1st Annual Battle of the Grill competition has created a grill scavenger hunt of sorts, sending event goers from one Westside Road winery to another, for a sampling of grill and wine pairings from each location. Chef and winery pairings include Alderbrook Winery and Healdsburg Bar and Grill; Mill Creek Winery and Michael Mazzanti; VML Winery and BBQ Smokehouse Catering; Gary Farrell Winery and Grapevine Catering; HKG Estate Wines and Kenwood Inn & Spa, and Thomas George Estates and Canetti Italian Roadhouse.

In the style of high-stakes cooking shows like Masterchef, minus the insufferable Gordon Ramsey factor, votes will be tallied at the end of the day and the winning winery and chef gets a Battle of the Grill Trophy and bragging rights for the entire year, until the next battle, that is. No tickets sold at the door. Ticket sales end on Wednesday, July 17. Battle of the Grill turns up the heat on Saturday, July 20 at an assigned Westside Road winery. 11am-4pm. $70-$40. www.battleofthegrill.com.

• Tent City in Montgomery Village

I went to sleep last night with yeasty dreams full of sourdough skies, piloting a yellow submarine through a claymation sea of clam chowder in a giant bread bowl. I admit, I wanted free bread. I thought I could have it by waking up early enough and driving to Boudin, where they were giving away free bread for a year to each of the first 100 people in line to celebrate their grand opening of the Santa Rosa restaurant. Just as I was getting the hang of the submarine’s controls, after I had nailed Ringo with a really good zinger about ratamacues, my alarm goes off. I awake in darkness and pick up my phone angrily. My sassy finger swipe to turn it off says, “Bitch, please, there ain’t even light outside.” But I get up anyway, throw on clothes and a sweatshirt, grab my camera and head out the door.

There are people sleeping in tents, sleeping bags and under blankets as I pull up to the well-lit parking lot of the new store. “I’ve got a shot, there aren’t too many people here,” I think as I walk up to what looks like the end of a short line. A man wearing a large beard and a laminated badge with the number 53 on it smiles at me as I ask, “Is this the end of the bread line?” He replies in the negative, informing me that all the spots were filled last night by 10pm. There was no line, but everyone had to stay in the parking lot. Several other people came and asked the same question to any waking souls around this time, but I stuck around to chat with a few lucky carb-o-loaders.