Mission Mission

I don’t know even know what’s appropriate to leave outside anymore. I mean, I can understand furniture and pots and things like that, but leaving your secondhand pantry out on the sidewalk for adventurous souls to test their gastronomic fortitude?

YUM!!!

The Bold Italic takes a look inside:

The vinyl carried in the shop varies wildly in genre and you can generally count on leaving with some unexpected finds. On one particular visit, I scored a long lost Black Sabbath album I’d been looking for, a collection of classic country LPs, and a couple 45s by local bands that have since broken up. The house stereo is just as eclectic. I’ve heard “God Save the Queen” followed by a Billy Idol hit and a Billy Childish ballad. This wide cultural smattering extends to the name of the shop itself – which was taken from a segment of a Simpsons Christmas episode in which Bart is caught shoplifting. Sounds pretty punk to me.

Read on for more pics and storytelling by our pal Joshua Cobos.

[via Vic]

Not Giants; giants. (Actually this is pretty close to Mission Cliffs… How many climbers does it take to screw in a lightbulb?)

(Thanks, Stinky!)

[via Caryn Kesler]

Parked at the Treasure Island Flea Market.

Not sure what the “BAHMA” part means (either they misspelled Barmah or they misspelled their own Etsy name), but I’m taking the “KANGAROO” part as a celebration of Australia Day, which was last Thursday. (Go drink a Cooper’s at Zeitgeist if you’d care to celebrate belatedly.)

We’re talking about Andy’s rad new glasses. They’re from France, and they look like Jolly Ranchers and Robitussin.

I’d like to buy a vowel?  What could this be for?

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