Mission Mission

It’s official — from here on out, Dirty Thieves will be known as the Blind Cat. As Ariel wrote back in March, the owner lost a bet and had to change its name, and the proof is in the new signage.

I don’t know about you, but the sign is more reminiscent of a dead cat. But I don’t draw cats, I only train them, so what do I know.

Previously:

• Like a Thief in the Day

I mean, the wind nearly took down a whole theater marquee on Mission the other day, so I guess it’s not out of the question that it could’ve done this damage too. We Built This City offers up another explanation too:

Victim of yesterday’s wind? Or a drunken Saturday brouhaha? [link]

Okay, maybe some brawlers could’ve had a hand in this. OR, seeing as how this is right outside Bender’s, maybe bike parking was especially tough last night and it was a pile of bikes that felled this little sapling.

How do you lock your car when your car door doesn’t quite fit on the frame?  Ingeniously, that’s how.

Think you’re gettin’ this Garmin?  Think again, sucka.

Doctor Dex wrote in to share a fun little story:

Thought you might be interested to hear about this crazy little scene I ran into yesterday on Mission St.  while headed to  Taqueria Cancun.  Walking down Mission, I noticed this woman in front of a produce stand kick something into the street.  Upon further inspection, I realize it is some sort of a vibrator.  I think it was an older model perhaps, one with the battery pack and control connecting via wire to the egg like vibrator.  After snapping a couple of pictures and deciding what to do next, the thing turns on as if possessed by some sort of sex ghost and starts bouncing back and forth against the curb.  I manage to capture a short video before an FJ Cruiser decides he wants to park right on top of the little devil and kill the mood.

Watch the brief video here.

They’re pulling them out of the oven now during Sunday Streets! (Sunday Streets is right now!)

Parallel parking a lo-rider actually looks like a lot of fun!

[Photo by Aaron Mitchell, local badass and Lady Gaga tipster]

It seems as though not everyone’s on board with the this whole recycling thing.  I’d hate to see what they think of our city’s mandatory composting program.

[Photo by Matt Hill]

I have no idea what this means. Is this a Debaser reference? A Minnesotan pining for home? Warning of a pending heat wave? A Tibetan or Burmese sympathizer? Just barely obtuse?

From our buddy Brock:

Breaking: Ribity spotted across from Castro Theater atop blue Victorian. Camera won’t take clear pic. Anyway, Ribity is out of the closet, clearly.

The pic looks fine to me, baby. Congrats, Ribity!

Pablo Sandoval apparently ate at El Farolito last night and all I got was this crappy picture. Sorry, folks. I’m no good as a paparazzi.

I was in line by myself and the three guys in front of me started freaking out after he walked out. “Dude! That was Pablo Sandoval!” That kind of thing. I need to pay more attention.