Mission Mission

What are they looking at? How’d they get so cute? What shade of shoebox is that?

Photo by David Spector.

Previously:

Yay Kittens!

Kittens Inspire Ice Cream Flavor

No booze, no floats, no non-registered participants. Broke-Ass Stuart will surely lead an insurrection, am I right? SFist has the full story.

Photo by Jitterball.

Let’s all take a moment this afternoon to admire the art of Madalynn Priester. She doesn’t seem to have anything for sale or anything, but she has a blog, and some stuff for sale here.

Related:

We Love Lisa Hanawalt

Want to see a bunch of people tripping out on giant bubbles at Dolores Park at sunset on Saturday? Check out this set of photos by Hot Pants.

Global X tried this experiment. It didn’t go well:

I waved my Palm Pré close to the RFID reader, even touching it at several angles –it didn’t work. The conductor asked me what I was doing. Rather than get into a technical explanation, I just gave him $2 in cash. EPIC FAIL!

I tried this with a key card once. Worked fine.

Read on if you want.

It’s like, not that different, but completely different. You know what I mean? These pictures that Eric Fischer found someplace make my stomach churn, in a good way.

People hung out at Dolores Park 20 years ago! People took their dogs to Dolores Park 20 years ago! People all drove vintage cars back then! The trees were a little bit smaller back then! I was a little kid back then! Nobody’d quite heard of Nirvana back then!

But the park looks basically the same. And whatever renovations come and go, it’ll probably look basically the same  20 years from now. After we’ve all moved to Portland or New York.

Great find, Eric!

Oh, thanks LZ. Astute analysis.

Although, over the summer I was invited to some kind of hoe-down at a place on Guerrero between 26th and 25th, so there might be a northward creep in effect.

See him? See him? Ribity wore his way right through solid rubber!

And get this: The author of Many Machines was going to toss these shoes out, but don’t worry, I pointed out his folly and he promises to “put them under glass and charge admission.” I’d pay $15 to see it in the flesh as long as my ticket comes with a souvenir t-shirt.

Previously:

Rabbit-Drag Ribity (With Foot-Long Dong)

Ribity Loves Ribity (First Mission Mission post ever!)

It has something to do with rich people getting richer, and it probably won’t go anywhere near Bayshore Blvd. Ice Tubes has the full story.

Photo by Anne Hansen.

Appendages of Cool, whose anonymous author is pictured here, just published a short story, written years ago, when the author was in college and perceived herself to be “real deep.” Here’s an excerpt:

So Anna and I sat and watched two scrappy adorable dogs playfully chasing each other, biting each others’ necks and rolling in the grass. “Wouldn’t it be great if you could just chase people you liked around and just sink your chompers in? Like hey, I like you, get it?” Anna asked. We often talked about awkward mating practices, how hard it was to snag our crushes and make them kiss us. We also talked about racism and class, how we hoped the country we lived in, whose quality of rational life was declining daily, needed some sort of revolution to make itself right.

Read on.