Mission Mission

Ciudad de Rad made it up to the Seward Slides on a dry enough day that they weren’t barricaded shut. Watch the video here and get hell of jealous.

Things got a a little out of hand on the pitch (concrete) Saturday at the Valencia Playground courts when a questionable tackle in a competitive pick-up match of soccer sparked a mini-brawl that eventually resulted in the arrival of several squad cars (one undercover), an ambulance, and possibly an arrest or two.  Luckily, our pal Fergus had the wherewithal to capture the scene for posterity.

The thing about soccer brawls is that there’s always a lot of posturing and backpedaling, since no one actually wants to get punched, and the group just moves around the court like a violent, churning amoeba until someone inevitably throws a sucker punch.  This escalates things somewhat, leading to more backpedaling and shouting until someone else gets another sucker punch in.  The whole brawl seems to last until presumably an even number of sucker punches is thrown by each team and everyone is satisfied that the original issue and all consequent sucker punches have been avenged.

Link.

(Thanks Fergus!)

Cooked all the way through? It’ll be nice and crispy on the outside, moist and tender on the inside? Yum?

[Photo by Nattles]

Okay, it was dusk, but it’s Daylight Savings Time for god’s sake, and the lights of the Roxie marquee light up this block just as well as the sun does.

In any case, a mid-30s-ish bike thief with a chinstrap-ish mustache, caucasian, crouched down by a locked bike, snapped the cable lock with a totally surreptitious tool, and sped off before my mildly buzzed happy hour companion was able to put two and two together.

And this was all also in full view of the vigilant crew in the Roxie box office, but, again, the thief worked so fast and cool that nobody noticed.  It took seeing the broken lock left behind on the sidewalk for my friend to give any thought to what had happened.

A.) We know, you use a cable lock, it’s your own fault. B.) Still, bike thieves in this city are good — they’re like ninjas — so don’t get too comfortable, even if you have a proper lock. C.) Keep your eyes peeled and your minds sharp! As soon as my friend said, “Hey, why did that guy leave his lock, on the ground?” I shot up, yelled “BIKE THIEF,” ran outside, but it was too late.  A few seconds sooner, we might’ve had a collar. (Or at least a better blog post.)

The free crepes at Dalva (with grilled onions, grilled mushrooms, feta and olive) were hell of good though.

Horrific!

But Podboy is a joy. Read Podboy’s somewhat cryptic explanation of this unholy mashup here.

I was gonna be all, “Who would want a warm beer?” But c’mon, hipster parties always feature a big warm box of Pabsts sitting on a counter getting warmer and warmer with every passing second. Maybe somebody needs to invent a party-ice cinch to go with that six-pack cinch everybody loves so much.

I like the glasses though. I need that color.

P.S. This looks pretty dangerous, right?

[Photo by Alister Cameron] [via Lindsey]

Girls Girls Girls is down in South America somewhere right now, in a town where horses behave like pigeons. They’re wild, they’re dirty and sickly, and they eat trash. What a world!

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If you have a buddy who’s been crashing on your couch for too long you could bring this into the living room when he’s asleep and then write him rent tickets.

If not you best leave it be.

Plus, it’s a newfangled one, so there aren’t a bunch of quarters inside that you could take to the arcade.

I’ve always wondered what they do with ice cream carts at night; storing them in the hallway like a bike didn’t seem like a reasonable option. Imagine tripping over them in the dark and waking your roommates with those bells…

Some print publication wanted to know:

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