Mission Mission

KTVU reports:

The shooting was reported at about 2 p.m. Tuesday in an alley near the park, which is bounded by 18th and 20th streets and Dolores and Church streets.

The 22-year-old victim met a female who drove him to the alley, where two male suspects appeared and demanded money, according to police.

The man handed over cash to the suspects, who began to run away. The victim chased after them, at which point one of the suspects turned and fired at him, striking him once, police said.

The guy is alive. As of this morning, the suspects were still at large. Good thing the cops were busy staging an anti-riot operation. Read on. And watch your backs; this city is losing its mind.

[Photo by reader Brent G.]

Again, TCB Courier — nuff said.

[via Mash SF]

By all means, show it off on the street. Show it off around the office. Show it off on the bus, and in the park, and at happy hour. Show it off at dinner. And when some random on the sidewalk outside leans in to take your picture? Don’t be shy. Own it.

Merry Christmas, you two!

It’s that sporadically open little record store on 20th Street, where you bought weird old records for cheap, and maybe a vintage lunchbox for a friend’s birthday, and maybe a new needle for your turntable. Its owner passed away recently, and his friends and family are trying to find a way to keep his legacy — the store — alive. All Shook Down tells the story:

​”Braindead” Dave Devereaux, owner of Force of Habit Records in the Mission, a small but passionately run shop specializing in rare punk rock, vinyl, and collectible toys, passed away this month of an unknown cause. He was 41.

Devereaux passed away on July 4 or 5 — paramedics found him dead in his apartment on July 5, and autopsies to determine the cause of death have proven inconclusive. For the last year and a half of his life, Devereaux suffered from gastroesophageal problems, according to family members and friends.

“Dave was one of that sort of vanishing species known as a ‘record geek,’” said Jello Biafra, former vocalist of the Dead Kennedys and regular customer at Devereaux’s shop. “Very passionate about music.”

Read on.

[via mmmmcakes]

Well done, Alexandra Sheehan!

Form and fashion: in this example of a symbiotic mutualism, the fellow above feeds on small invertebrates which could potentially harm his female host. He is additionally protected from predators by her stinging cells, to which he is immune.

Mission Local‘s caption for the above photo is as follows:

Quite measured. I would probably say something more like, “SFPD officer grabs nice handful of civilian tit” or something.

In any case, here’s more of what was going on around the time this photo was taken:

At 7:45, the group reached Market and 7th. A voice came out over a megaphone. It was Corrales. “Move to the sidewalk,” he said. “I am ordering you to obey all traffic laws. Anyone who doesn’t move to the sidewalk will be arrested for jaywalking.”

The protestors ignored him, and kept walking. At Powell St, they began to turn, and walk uphill.

When police realized where the crowd was going, they began to race up Powell, shouting at the stores to lock their doors. Tourists scattered in their wake, screaming and yelling to one another in a multiplicity of languages.

Read on for the full story and the slideshow from whence the above photo came.

Mission Local reports:

When the protestors reached Valencia, they hung a left, and stopped in front of the Mission Police Station. Someone threw a blue smoke bomb. Someone else threw a flare. It landed on a police officer’s foot, and he stamped it out. Someone else threw what appeared to be black paint – it hit the greenish glass doors of the station, and oozed down. The police standing in front of the door ducked but made not other moves. A hammer flew out of the crowd, hit the door and bounced off, with no apparent damange to the door. One police officer leaned down, picked up the hammer and passed it to another police officer, who passed it to another police officer, at which point it disappeard from sight.

Read on for the full story and the slideshow from whence the above photo came.

Mission Local reports:

The police arrived first, at 4:30 p.m. About 20 of them stood at 19th and Dolores. More were at 18th and Dolores and 20th and Dolores. Three or four patrol cars began circling Dolores Park. On hipster hill, the area of the park south of the tennis courts, officers on dirt bikes rode in circles on the grass.

Also there: four television crews. Many, many photographers. At least a dozen journalists, in all. They stood near the entrance of the park, at 19th and Dolores, waiting.

Read on for the full story and the slideshow from whence the above photo came.

Our buddy Theo recently a started a new project wherein he’s going to post a hand-drawn, custom-lettered swear word every day for a year or something. It’s called Beautiful Swear Words.

My first question was, “Where are the t-shirts?” Theo hasn’t quite figured that out yet, but he’s gonna, and I’ll be sure to post again when he does.

My second question was, “Need help coming up with more swears?” Theo says he’s always on the hunt, so by all means, shout out all your favorite swears in the comments sections below. I’ll go first.

Also, Theo’s only 17, so please nobody tell his mom about this project.