Mission Mission

Discolandia sits nearly empty, a going-out-of-business sale in its final days, the space for rent.

Not that I ever went in there or anything, but I think we can all agree, whatever happens, the next tenant better not even think about touching the signage. How do we get it on some kind of registry of historic stuff?

So Delano’s is dead, and we’re all bummed for its former employees, but why the big fence around the parking lot? Why they gotta shut down our sweet shortcut?

Previously:

Don’t Fence Me In

Fenced In!

Okay, maybe not “wrecks.” But there had to be some damage. Shame on you, SF Bay Guardian.

Previously:

Do-It-Yourself Yellow Journalism Machine

Badass!

[Photo by *eddie]

UPDATE: Fecal Face has some sweet behind the scenes reportage! Thanks, GP!

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Bike Shark

Shark Toof

Shark Art

This one, spied by longtime tipster Kati J., appears to be a much more youthful victim than yesterday’s. And it looks as though the killing took place in a more secluded place. The killer’s tastes are evolving, and he is getting craftier.

In a post that explains how whereas getting hit on in New York is pretty routine, getting hit on in San Francisco is a whole ‘nother story, Leah relates the story of some random sketchy dude (not pictured) hitting on her on Muni the other day:

I WAS SITTING ON THE 33 BUS HEADING TOWARD CASTRO STREET TO TRANSFER TO THE 24. I GET OUT MY PHONE TO TEXT INDIA, AND THE GUY SITTING TWO SEATS DOWN POKES ME ON THE ARM, AND I’M IMMEDIATELY THROWN OFF BECAUSE PEOPLE DON’T TOUCH YOU IN NEW YORK. I LOOK OVER, AND HE HAS HIS PHONE OUT, AND HE’S LIKE “OH, THAT’S INTERESTING. WE HAVE THE SAME PHONE.”

Read on. [via India]

[Photo by Nick Fisher]

Reader Clay W. needs our help:

I walked outside of Mission Cliffs and my Specialized Langster had been freshly stolen! The cable that locked my bike to the poll was laying on the ground. Right next to it was a cruiser bike with leather handlebars and the lights still blinking (whoever stole my bike took the time to put the kickstand up). I waited around for 15 minutes and talked to people at the scene who agreed that I should take the cruiser.

Now I have a new cruiser bike that was probably stolen from some poor hipster girl. What’s the ethical thing to do in this situation??

I’m pretty sure this shady CL add is for my stolen bike.

Busted up sports trophies were strewn all up and down a section of York Street last night. It was not a pretty sight.

Once upon a time, 1999 seemed like the distant future. Now it’s ancient history.

Exactly.

Fox Reno reports:

A 20-year-old man suffered life-threatening injuries in a shooting in San Francisco’s Mission Dolores neighborhood on Friday night, one of two that occurred that night.

The shooting was reported at 10:58 p.m. Friday at the intersection of 20th and Dolores streets, San Francisco police Lt. Troy Dangerfield said.

The victim was standing on a corner of the intersection when a suspect approached and shot him multiple times before fleeing on foot, Dangerfield said.

Read on.