Mission Mission

A dig at Bike Basket Pies?

SFweekly has the scoop.

Commenter Andy left us this tidbit over the weekend:

Saw a strange site heading down Guerrero today about 3pm…

A man was on a rampage down the street, knocking over some parked mopeds and throwing himself on the hoods of cars. Didnt appear to be homeless or crazy, but more in the throws of a serious LSD or other drug related craziness. Anyway, thought ya’ll might have your ear to the ground (or ye olde police scanner).

Crazy.  Did anyone else come across this nutter?

Scene at Paxton Gate, that amazing place next to 826 Valencia.  Please buy me Hamlet mouse.

From everyday photos.  Incredible.

First they had the dots. Then the dots and X’s. Then the dots and X’s and circles.

There’s a system here that I’m not totally sure about. But maybe that’s just me. How far can this go?

Snapped this guy up on a telephone pole on 22nd/San Jose.

Maybe I’m being dense here, but I don’t get the metaphor. The joke definitely lies in the thumb head and the knightship, but I really can’t figure out how they’re related. Can anyone enlighten me? Please respond in iambic pentameter only.

I totally don’t get British humor. Oops, humour. If this is a Monty Python ref, I’m gonna be pissed.

MrEricSir has the scoop on another punk show at 16th St. BART.

I’m going to quote Sex Pigeon in full.  I’m sure he won’t mind.

Hi. I don’t normally make big purchases. I am adverse to them, even.

But this was a good bike at a nice price. I saved up for it. I wanted this good bike at this nice price.

I had it for two weeks. I rode it twice. Once, on the way home from the store, and then, to Sausalito and back. A beautiful day.

It was stolen from my backyard tonight. Not quite sure how. It was way past the other bikes, all the other bikes in the little bike tunnel in our backyard. It was picked out, selected, stolen, fresh and new. Nothing before has ever been stolen from our backyard.

If you see someone riding around on a bone white Jamis Aurora, punch them in the face. Or maybe ask them, first, where they acquired such a bike, and then if their answer seems in the least bit fishy, punch them in the face, and stomp them, and take their bike away and email me, stat, because I never bothered with nice bikes before, and now that I have, shit, I got robbed. I would like my bike back.

If anyone is going to the robber’s market at 15th and Mission tomorrow, please, look for this. It stands 59cm high, which is too high for lots of people, which will hopefully diminish its resale velocity, which will give you a wider time frame during which to punch a fucker in the face.

(Edits made. Please do not punch anyone in the face. Especially as this is not a particularly unique bike, and you would likely be punching an innocent.)

And, in all seriousness, please, I would like this back. Impossible, I know, but shit. But shit. Shit fuck and all that. I paid so much to ride a bike twice. Embarrassing.

Love,

Despite technically having nothing to do with the Mission, this video has everything to do with the Mission.

(link | hip tip Macaframa)

From Ed, via email:

If you’ve ever been to Luna Park in the Mission, you might have noticed that they have a pan there that looks either like a woman with a belly or a fat man tucking in his junk. In any case, it is spectacular. I thought I’d share.

Aw dang, target audience alert!  I’m exactly the kind of bitch who goes apeshit over this sort of thing:

The World’s Smallest Postal Service!  I  kid you not.  Found out about this one in a bourgie ladynewsletter I subscribe to.

Postmaster Lea Redmond sets up shop and turns customer letters into the smallest li’l thing you ever did see.  Take a look at this video of her in action.  This shit is so precious, I’ve got a case of the heart eyeballs.

World’s Smallest Postal Service will be at the Curiosity Shoppe on 19th/Valencia tomorrow, from 2-6 p.m.  Get over there and SWAK it up.  They’ve got a pretty hefty SF schedule, too, in case you miss it.