Mission Mission

Helps you stay warm and ward off women in any town but this one.

Previously on Mission Mission:

• Fashion Watch: Bear Grylls – Dolores Park

I was roaming around the rough streets of Marin County the other day and was thinking how awesome the street art was where money goes to die.  Of course, I only took two pictures, which is really is not enough to merit a post, but I’ll let it through regardless.

I cannot believe a cell phone photo managed to come out this well.

Last night, we receive two tips that there was a police chase through the Mission that ended with a crash at 23rd and Potrero and somewhere between 16 and 25 cruisers hanging out at the aftermath.

Kati Jackson, my favorite frequent email tipster, managed to take the crash to the net-level:

It’s 11pm in the mission. Do you know where you parked your car?

Well, follow the trail of fluids across the street and look on top of the road sign.
There it is! And just in case you need a hand, SFPD’s finest is here to help.

What’s that you said the other day about a police reality show? Oh wait, that’s just the neighborhood. Hey mom, still thinking about visiting?

Kati later sent us a followup email: “That black thing?  Yeah, that’s the turn signal for the intersection.”

Anna later emailed us with some on-the-ground reporting:

Hey y’all, a car swerved across the Potrero and 23rd intersection where I live a few minutes ago, took out a small stoplight and a street sign, and crashed into the apartment next door. About 16 cop cars showed up and arrested what looked like a young woman, and she was taken away on a stretcher.

Damn.

Thanks for all the tips!

Reader Chris sends us this note:

Did anyone else encounter the BART station ticket agents enforcing the no bikes on the East Bay bound lines this morning?  The ticket agent at 16th and Mission was posted up at the bike gate asking everyone with a bike which direction they were headed.  I understand the rules regarding bikes on BART, but this is the first time I actually saw a station agent in the Mission enforcing them.

Annoying, at best.  I’m sure there is a legitimate reason as to why they have not done this, but why don’t they dedicate one car during peak hours to be a bike car?

Mooned on Mission.

This voodoo car was part of a larger acid-inspired automobile parade spotted by Don’t ask me, I just work here.  Tragically, Don’t ask me was only able to grab a shot of this one.  Tears.

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Reader Heather M. sends us a hot tip about hot lunch:

“you’ve seen the ‘wooden flyers’ that the guys from hot lunch are putting up around the neighborhood?”

NO?!

Turns out that hot lunch is putting up skateboards all over the Mission advertising a show on Oct. 10th at El Rio.  Best of all, a skeleton is flipping me off.  Classy.

(Picture totally stolen from their MySpace)

Look, everyone already knows that special-agent President G Dubs was the mastermind behind 9/11, but did you really need to sully up the Bender's bathroom with it?

Apparently littering the sidewalks with DVDs and standing outside of the Post Office with crappy signs promoting a fringe right-wing agenda was not good enough for some Mission resident.  Yeah, now Resident Right is taking his sharpie to the streets!  And Bender’s!  FUCK YA!

The evidence suggests he is also good at pasting up posters on top of shark-art.  Look, I’m all for more political graffiti (admittedly, I was getting a little sick of cute, paste-up kitten faces), but is this the best we can do?

(photo by Andy Brooks, who has taken some quality shots of Mission graffiti and thrown it up on Flickr for us all)

Did anyone else spot this in Mission Loc@l?  ”Mr. Pickles in a cowboy hat.”  Cowboy hat? This is the most disgusting attempt at assimilating a Mission icon into American culture to date.

Peep this, East Bay journalism students: if you are going to slam our neighborhood’s favorite pickle’s unfettered sense of style, do it right:

(On a side note, searching for “Mexican Cowboy Hat” in google images is not quite what I expected)

(photo by Zara)