Mission Mission

Reader Margaret noticed the following mobile pic on Leonard’s tour diary, dated about 10 days ago:

I wonder where he was headed. Anybody spot him?

When Mission Workshop first hit the scene, my only complaint was that their bags came in nothing but drab colors. Lucky for me, they recently debuted a couple of new color options, one of which is bright red. And they were kind enough to give me a review model:

So I’ve been riding around the neighborhood expecting compliments on my rad bright-red bag. But all I get is:

Whoa, is that a rolltop messenger bag?

OMG, is that a rolltop messenger bag??

ROLLTOP MESSENGER BAG!!?????!?

So it’s turning heads, which is nice. But not because it’s red. Oh well. The rolltop is great; never do I worry that anything in the bag will get even slightly damp.

My favorite part is still the extremely well-conceived one-handed strap tightening/slackening action:

More info and colors here.

P.S. Sorry about all the bag porn recently. Maybe only a couple more posts and then we’ll be done for a while. Maybe.

Previously:

Ariel Reviews a Mission Workshop Backpack… in the Shower

Our pal Queen Larbs takes a look at the pros and cons of hanging with couples:

Couples have the inherent benefit of potentially introducing you to one more neat person (as well as the built-in lameness of cashing out early and generally being less down to party) and single people provide the amusement of gratuitous make-outs, one night stands, and other tomfoolery with strangers through which I can either live vicariously or just be entertained (way to take one for the team, single friends). If I turn into a person who only wants to hang out with other couples, you won’t even need to take any action because I’ll be too busy barfing on myself in a corner.

For the record, I love couples. Some of my favorite people in the world are couples. But she makes some good points. Read on.

[Photo by Andy Smith]

The accessories are a little off, but other than that.

[Art by Artbear] [via njdub]

Previously:

Fear the Bearded Vader

It’s high up on the wall at Afterlife, which probably means it’s pricey, but it looks like real vintage. And it reads “MICHAEL JACKSON FOR PRES.” in a Thrillery typeface for goodness’ sake.

Also, that rad-but-tiny Giants hat is still there, along with another old Giants hat that looked pretty good.

Previously:

Hella Rad Oakland Sweatshirt

Hey, Janebook, throw some reality on our ass, right now:

why is it that EVERY CHEAP ROOM IN THE MISSION is in a houseful of awful losers who won’t let any alcohol or meat in the house or even outdoor-only smoking, won’t let a potential roommate’s significant other spend the night and insist on obnoxious anal retentive policies like weekly house meetings and fucking … chore wheels?

Right!? Fucking chore wheels? It just gets better: read on.

[Photo courtesy of Hippy Kitchens]

Previously:

Room 4 Rent: All Roommates Wear Black-Framed Glasses

That’s right, bicycle and skateboard parking only.

Hmm.

Hmm.

WHAT IS SKATEBOARD PARKING?

[via Madey Gaga]

Previously:

Hella Parking

Right? Outlet or not, Converse prices are out of control. They’re like gas and pale ale, staples of modern life that should be affordable but surely aren’t.

I say just go ahead and spend the extra ten or fifteen bucks and go for the custom colors.

[Photo and title by snapandgo]

Sooooooo fun, this game! And some little kid made it! What’d you do today?

Play it now!!!

[via Hexidecimal Neon]

Sorry about the resolution here, but I was momentarily struck stupefied by the coloring on this critter, so I didn’t snap a pic until he was a half mile away.

Anyway, I’m sitting there enjoying a banh mi and a Vernor’s in Civic Center Plaza when a jet-black squirrel with white stripes and speckles sprints past me and off into a flower bed. What!? I thought I was in China or something. Has anybody ever seen such a thing? Where’d he come from?

My theory is that he stowed away on this big dumb Christmas tree they trucked in from somewheres: