Mission Mission

New facts have come to light that contradict my earlier report about last night’s phở riot.

Andrew in fact was waiting patiently in line and DID NOT use his blogger cred to cut it for a coveted bowl of snail phở. He would never do such a thing, and neither would I. (Vic probably would though.) Andrew did however end up in the hospital with a serious shoulder injury after a swarm of Guardian Angels tackled and beat him for failing to remove his hat in the presence of a lady.

First, our buddy MC found a bigass TV by the side of the road and asked for some help deciding what to do about it. Then, based in part on advice from Mission Mission readers, he turned it over to SFPD, and then had to deal with a months-long runaround over a TV he didn’t even particularly want. As of today, the TV is his, but he still needs some help. Here’s the deal:

After the requisite 120 days, no one had claimed the TV, so by all rules, I had a right to re-claim my found 42″ Plasma TV — the only question was: would the SFPD Property Room ‘lose’ it?

The short answer: no. So, kudos to them for keeping it honest.

As I waited to be called up a rough looking dude with neck tattoos was before me. He asked for, and received back, his $3,100 from a previous police seizure.

When the judge called me case, he chuckled and, like the rest of everyone who hears the story, said “So you found this on 24th and Capp? Really?” After the SFPD Attorney, Ronnie, said that she was prepared to release it back to me, the judge declared, “Congratulations — you are now the proud owner of a 42″ Plasma TV,” with a smile.

In minutes, I had the release order and was told to head to the Property Room in the basement. As I got there, it reeked of pot; they were blasting Ezay E, followed by the Humpty Dance. It was a pretty great site. After I handed over the order, and the cop behind the counter again laughed about the situation, he came back after 30 minutes with the TV. At this point, another dude trying to get back about 4 guns, and the guy with the money were intrigued, so I told them the story.

I ended with my plan to donate to an old folks home or something, and the rough guy said, “Donate to me!” to which I quickly replied with “Donate? You just got $3,000 bucks!” Which, then, he offered to buy the TV on the spot right there. I didn’t want to wait around to see how long it would take him to get cash back form the cops, so I carried the thing down the steps of Hall of Justice and flagged a SUV Taxi and threw it in along with my bike and brought it to my office. Now, it’s sitting on my coworkers desk while I figure out what to do with it.

So, the question is: what awesome organization near 24th & Capp would benefit from this large TV? I don’t really like the idea of kids watching TV, but maybe an old folks home? A waiting room for a free health clinic? Day Labor Center? Recommendations welcome!

Weigh in below:

Reader George S. has noticed that people keep declaring PBR dead. George disagrees. He says PBR is alive and kicking and wanted to share this photo — taken at Bender’s — as proof.

Thanks, George!

Update: A clarification.

Late last night I got a text from Andrew saying he was in the hospital and in need of a ride home. I was like, “Dude, I’m in NYC, you know I’m in NYC, are you okay?” I waited hours for a reply.

Apparently, Andrew went to hit up that Vietnamese pop-up street food spot he wrote up so delightedly yesterday. He showed up a little late though, and they were nearly out of the snail pho he was so excited over. Somehow — and this I do not condone, so it’s all kind of his own fault — he managed to use his blogger cred to cut the line.

Somebody recognized him, the crowd figured out what was going on, and a little brawl ensued. Somebody grabbed his pho, there was pushing and shoving and shouting. And then he found himself falling backward over one of the restaurant’s little red stools, and onto another, at just right (wrong) angle. Hence, one severely dislocated shoulder.

The mob relented and apologized profusely and got him a ride to the hospital. He heard at least one person say, “I don’t know what came over me.” Somebody even tried to give him back his pho, but he’d lost his appetite — probably because of the epic pain.

The worst part is, we were counting on Andrew to come up with this year’s Mission Mission April Fool’s prank, but this morning he was all, “I’m not feeling very funny.” So I don’t know what we’re gonna do.

Janebook points us to this beauty in the window at the salon next to Yamo. Jane says she hopes somebody she knows gets this ‘do done.

I think it would be way doper (and more timely) to get the half-built new Bay Bridge instead:

Right?

[Bridge construction photo by Dave R]

Kind of weird, but Ween are probably down with it, and Erika says it’s bomb. I’m gonna try it.

Like a million years ago we published a post addressing the idea that maybe Academy of Art diplomas aren’t good for shit. It continues to get new comments on a regular basis. Here’s one now:

If your hatin’ then you obviously didn’t have what it takes to succeed in the real world as a creative person. I am sure it is a lot easier to try to bring down an organization by slandering it as opposed to busting your ass and trying to accomplish something with the opportunity that you have or had.

The hard fact is that the economy sucks and that means that you have to be even more badass than everyone else out there just to get a paycheck.

On top of that, a lot of people get the misconception that “Art” school is easy. Wrong.

Dang. I guess I shall cease considering art school. Read on.

I was at the National Museum of Old Newspapers with “Post” in the Title in Washington, D.C., the other day when I came across these beauties from the Bay Area.

Almost makes you wish newspapers were still around, doesn’t it?

Some other good ones, after the jump:

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Stay Gold is celebrating its 5th anniversary tonight at Public Works! Here’s the deal:

Calling all homos, queers, gayz, lezzies, butches, trannies, twinks, dandies, daddies, fatties, femmes, faggots and friends for a night of white hot cruising and solid gold dancing.

What started 5 years ago as a DIY dive-y dance club that felt more like a house party than a nightclub quickly became what is now one of San Francisco’s most beloved and packed queer dance nights, Stay Gold.

Along with rotating guest DJs each month, residents Pink Lightning and Rapid Fire play all of your favorite gay dance jams from hip-hop to 90s. People can’t help but sing along with their friends, find a hottie to make out with, or lose themselves grinding on the dance floor to hit after hit.

While Stay Gold has called cherished mission hot spot, The Make Out Room, home since the event’s inception, they are ready for a change and are moving a few blocks down Mission Street to new San Francisco nightlife darling, Public Works. “The spacious dance floor and awesome sound system at Public Works are sure to appeal to all of the hot, sweaty die-hards that are always asking to turn the bass up louder.

RSVP and invite your friends here.

Full press release after the jump:

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Sexpigeon this morning published this screenshot and shared a story:

This person was in a bar I checked into last night. Saw we have three friends in common so I scoured the room for her, high and low. I introduced myself and then explained the circumstances by which I came into cognizance of her. Delighted, we chatted. I demanded to see the dress from the photo.

That part sounds possibly creepy, sure, but there’s a happy ending and a big conclusion to be drawn about modern technology and stuff. Read on.