Mission Mission

Steven of TCB Courier trains hard. This is why he’s the best.

Saturday night on Valencia Street. An angry mob marches past waving banners and exclaiming that SFPD had killed someone that day. Patrol cars blocked traffic ahead of them, keeping them safe, and trailed along behind, along with some other serious hardware.

At one point, demonstrators stopped a paddy wagon in its tracks by lacing a big black monolith in its path:

Sorry for the blur, but here you can see a squad car full of police in full riot gear:

This guy brought up the rear, ready to batteram stuff out the way (although he handle that monolith business earlier — an officer exited a vehicle to move it by hand, speaking into his radio, ” We’ve got a big black monolith blocking our path”):

Then they rode off into the sunset, Valencia Street lit up like downtown Reno by the flashing lights of a dozen police vehicles:

UPDATE: SFist has details on the killing here.

In case you haven’t already seen Jonathan Richman a million times at the Make-Out Room like the rest of us (he does multi-night residencies there on a pretty regular basis), Night Fog Reader has assembled a multi-part review of the most recent residency, which took place last week.

Explains reader Cole W.:

It was getting pretty hot and sweaty at the Knockout’s Booty Basement this last Saturday night.

I guess so. I thought I was damp after Oldies Night, but I guess Booty B. is a whole ‘nother story.

Sorry about this, but some of the phrases uttered in this video — shot outside a bar ’round closing time on Saturday night — are just too cute not to share.

UPDATE: By popular demand, a transcript:

Boy: Yeah
Girl: You’re a fuckin’ asshole
Boy: Exactly
Girl: And a hipster would never fuckin’ talk that way
Boy: Hipsters do talk that way
Girl: They don’t
Boy: Hipsters are — have you read anything about us?
Girl: They don’t
Boy: We are fucking assholes
Girl: Oh, ’cause you’re so fuckin’ cool, right?
Boy: Exactly
Girl: You’re an asss
Boy: You are an ass
Girl: I’m not!

Girl: –as a cool kid
Boy: Cool kids are bad too
Girl: You’re a fuckin’ ass
Boy: Don’t limit your boyfriend
Girl: Tonight–
Boy: Sugar
Girl: I hope you put your head on the bed and–
Boy: Say something really nasty now
Girl: I’m not going to–
Boy: Try to
Girl: –because I’m a good person
Boy: Try, tryyy!
Girl: I’m not going to
Boy: Try. Feel the darkness coursing through you
Girl: I think you’re a bitch

Girl: You know what? None of this is angering me whatsoever
Boy: You know what? I’m totally zen, so that makes two of us, and we should totally shake on it and fuckin’ do Bikram.
Girl: Bikram?
Boy: Yeah, we don’t do that. I was just leading you on

They totally banged I bet.

[Photo by Chris T.]

This fellow set up shop on the corner on both Saturday and Sunday this past weekend playing his amplified lute for all to hear.  The music seemed to captivate all who heard it, as passers-by would stop for a few moments to listen to the eerie progressions.  Rather than the go-to “Play some Skynyrd” that usually accompanies loosely-organized performances, inebriated patrons instead compelled to “Play some Greensleeves, bro!”

While not as furious as the Ferocious Few, for instance, you’ve got to hand it to this busker for his resilience.  Perhaps there’s a Renaissance Fair nearby where he can find his soul mate.  In the meantime, I’m gonna go and listen to some Dragon Warrior NES music.

UPDATE!!!! I am an “expert” at world music and this a West African Kora, not a medieval lute.

This could be cool: Mission Comics is offering credit for your used graphic novels in a new rental program. After all, who can afford to purchase 6 massive volumes of Akira just to find out you still don’t know what the fuck it’s about?

I would participate, but I keep all my comics in double-polybags with non-acidic backing boards in a humidity-controlled vault, so “reading them” is not really an option.

Get the details over at Mission Comics.

There’s something to be said for being honest and up front about being a total creep.

[via lurkskatesf]