Mission Mission

Okay. This is it. Since Halloween is this Sunday it’s kind of like having three solid Halloweens, starting tonight. The Secret Alley plans to open its spooky doors for all three.

Tonight we’ll be showing hours of your favorite animated halloween specials, including “Betty Boop’s Hallowe’en Party” (1933), “Hyde and Go Tweet”, “Lonesome Ghost” (1937), “The Fat Albert Halloween Special” and a bunch more. Stop by and hang a bit.

Saturday you can enter our costume contest when you come to listen to Surf Cinema, T.I.T.S., The Four Eyes, The Pyronauts and The Bananas! You have to come through the haunted laboratory to get there.

Finally, on Halloween proper, bring the little kids by for trick or treating! Yeah, it’s Capp Street, but still.

The Secret Alley is at 180 Capp Street, near 17th.

I was the first Wilson fan. Go Giants!

(thanks for the tip, Mom!)

Occurring on Valencia Street, near 18th.

The skies over San Francisco were spooky and epic earlier this evening.

Nature always has the best special effects.

[Top by Marginally Yours; bottom (and title inspiration) by Sex Pigeon 2010]

Previously:

Ghost-Busting Pac-Man

Barcelona and San Francisco and Ghostbusters

Gender studies authority David Enos has compiled an exhaustive list of things women like. Here are some of them:

Ripping into any girl who is not present

Singing into any object approximately the shape of a microphone

Earrings

Rolling their eyes when you walk by

Running the sink while they pee or poop

Eclipse gum

Study the full report here.

[Photo by Carina J]

I rode Muni today for the first time in ages, and had fun. Way slower than biking, but I got to see this fine ensemble. I love the way the bag sort of matches the pants, and the way they contrast with the flashy-sneakers-and-dressy-socks combo. Those are the best Pumas I’ve seen in a long time!

P.S. Muni Diaries Live is Friday!

I was riding the F up Market today, and there was was a loud drunk sitting in the back occasionally harassing other passengers. People dealt with him in various ways, but my favorite was the following. A guy boards the vehicle, presumably a guy that the loud drunk kind of knows. The loud drunk beckons his acquaintance:

HEY, COME SIT BACK HERE. COME SIT BACK HERE!

The acquaintance regards the loud drunk for a second and then shouts back:

I told you, I DON’T SELL CIGARETTES on THE BUS.

Loud drunk:

JUST COME BACK HERE.

Other guy, fed up already:

KILL this CONVERSATION. Don’t. Say. SHIT ELSE.

Nobody said shit else (until several stops later when the loud drunk started calling the driver a bitch because she wouldn’t run a red light or something).

Photo by LA Wad.

P.S. Muni Diaries Live is Friday!

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“The police aren’t even doing anything about it” laments this Dallas news reporter as he experiences firsthand the perma-cloud that continuously envelopes San Francisco.  OMG!  The second clip where he discovers that most of it is coming from what he’s christened as “Weed Rock” is especially hilarious.

[Via SFWeekly]

Todd Lappin came upon this gruesome scene out back of the U.S. Bank Building. Says he:

[F]ear not… this zombie won’t be terrorizing the Mission anymore. No sir.  I think he came from Texas.

Ha! And phewf!