Mission Mission

Today’s edition of I Live Here stars none other than Beth Spotswood, one of our most favorite Missionites. See all the pictures and read all the words here.

So says this week’s Things San Franciscans Like.

Impractical you say? What if you’re sunning in the park and you don’t want spray from the nearby do-it-yourself slip ‘n’ slide party to dishevel your ‘do? Hooded swimsuit.

Plan accordingly. Thanks, Wade!

Reader Jonathan C. sent along this IM convo, and a Twitter search corroborates it: John Waters was hanging at Zeitgeist the other night. Will his next film be a Tamale Lady vehicle? Fingers crossed!

Previously:

Quentin Tarantino Was Hanging at Zeitgeist the Other Night [SFist]

Okay, we swear we’re not turning into a lost pet bulletin board, but this one sounds important:

Lost African Grey Parrot in the vicinity of 20th and Florida
Grey with Red tail feathers.
Whistles the Good the Bad and the Ugly.
Answers to the name of Dude.
Reward.

Please contact
Linda at 298-8224
or
Jarico at 699-4304

UPDATE: Linda says, “Dude busted out of his cage yesterday morning and decided to truck around the neighborhood for a spell. I ran around the block calling to him, made signs,spent four hours crying my eyes out when lo and behold he decide to go to the climbing gym on Ha…rrison. They put him a box and called animal control. Two climbers that had been there went the cafe and saw my sign and the counter guy called me. What are the chances?”

Beware! Thanks, Katie D.! (Click to enlarge.)

Previously:

Urban Safari Impedes Flow of Traffic

Beware. Thanks, Victor H.!

Normally I’d call SFPD and get their version, but it’s been a long day and I need to get to bed. Here’s Rhiannon‘s version:

So earlier this afternoon, I was driving west on 17th at from Folsom and I heard a crash, and by the time I got up to Shotwell, a blue car and a silver car were both nose on the curb next to the Gas Station on S. Van Ness, all spewin ‘steam and doors open and smashed bumpers and headlights. This isn’t the exciting part. What is that I nearly ran over this dude, wearing a domestic-abuser-tank-top and khakis, greasy, almost jeri-curl do flowing in the breeze, running to beat the band because THERE WAS A SFPD MOTORCYCLE COP PURSUING HIM. It was insane. There were cars behind me, and I was running late, so I couldn’t stick around and rubber-neck, but have you heard about this? Know what happened? I’m all a-twitter! (but wasn’t at the time, because I was piloting a moving automobile).