Mission Mission

I saw this band B. Hamilton at Amnesia on Friday, and they blew me away! Frontman Ryan has a voice like a very gruff and masculine angel, and the band — even on an off night, apparently — produces all these beats and rhythms and sounds that make you want to drink and dance and drink and dance and drink and dance!

Pop over to their website and try out this song called “Miss Carolina.” Smells like a hit to me!

P.S. F.Y.I. I brought some babes, as requested.

From Missed Connections:

Phat Phillys Girl – You work there – m4w (mission district)

And you are one of the fucking hottest things I have ever laid eyes on…and you like the Giants! We should hang out!

So romantic! And what luck that she likes the Giants!

If you’re interested, Hot Phat Phillys Girl, click here to get in touch.

[Photo by Jennifer Yin]

“Stay with me baby,” he begs.

I bet you want to know want to know what’s going on here. After the jump there might be an answer — or there might just be more confusion: (more…)

I bet you want to know how to make a handsome throw pillow out of a bunch of Pabst Blue Ribbon tall-can can coozies. Let SallyTV show you how.

Previously:

Pabst Cycling Cap

Sexpigeon just published this evidence of some kind of rad CBS sitcom from the late ’70s. IMDb doesn’t seem to know much about it. Wikipedia neither. What gives? A failed pilot? Something about it CBS is trying to keep hid?

Previously:

Necessary Conversation

Hot Faces has encountered a number of new hot faces in recent days. See anything you like?

Previously:

Hot Faces

The waterfront was a shitshow obviously, but it was kind of fun flying in formation past miles of bumper-to-bumper traffic as the Blue Angels flew around in formation overhead. Plus, it seems they close Columbus to automobile traffic from Washington Square to Broadway, which was fun.

See you next year!

P.S. Look at that handsome Mission Workshop messenger bag on the lead rider up there.

Photo by Summer Is Rad.

Previously:

The Next KKKatie

‘Free KKKatie’ Graffiti in Europe

This one was fucking WELDED ON. And still gone in 60 seconds. Its owner left the bike locked up Valencia Street near 16th — for no more than four minutes. And solid gone.

Apparently this doesn’t only happen in the Tenderloin.

WELDED ON.