Mission Mission

So hopefully a tsunami does not arrive.

[Tsunami Inundation Map] [Thanks, MC.]

[Thanks, MC.]

Adding to the collection of odd stuff locked up on the street. I’m sorry, I just can’t stop showing you these things. But we’re accepting submissions! If you can really wow us you can win a weird interaction where the MM staff chain you to a pole and pretend it’s funny for a little too long. Oil up your peepers and start looking!

Once again. Cart/segway/wheelchair. Cart/rolling basket. Mug about my girlfriend. Tire. Construction thing dressed up in corduroy.

Our buddy Suz reminds us of just a couple of the many reasons we should patronize Mission: Comics and Art.

Plus, don’t miss tomorrow night’s big event!

Thanks, Suz!

This warming technique was captured by gonzo street photographer Corntard on Mission Street last night. It looks like it’s definitely working.

And look! The kooks over at Mission Mission on Tumblr have already put together a kickass mashup.

It gets much better. See for yourself:

[via Stereogum] [Thanks, Lizzy!]

From the comments section of our recent post about SFPD’s citizen satisfaction survey:

I actually had to fill one of these out after experiencing a nice little taste of a Shotwell and 15th mugging that busted my ankle and foot. The officers on the case were actually totally amazing–spent all night with me at SF General and came to my work several times with info on the case. And they made an arrest about two weeks later. And they were both tall and gorgeous  Have to say–pretty awesome.

Well done, SFPD!

[Photo by Troy Holden]

So, this’ll be pretty different.

First of all, JokeSlam takes place at Cafe Cocomo, which is a salsa club way over in a secluded corner of the Dogpatch, and how often do you find yourself at a place like that on a Friday night?

Second of all, look at this poster art. How often do you find yourself at a thing with poster art like this?

Third of all, it combines pro-wrestling and stand-up comedy. What more can be said?

I mean, other than — please look at everybody’s names:

Main Event:
Fatal Four Way Elimination Match- Who is the King Of California?
“Big Country” Jody Kristofferson Vs “The British Messiah” Timothy Thatcher Vs “Rock Legend Scum” Adam Thornstowe Vs “Wrestling Personified” Rik Luxury

High Flying Lucha Showcase:
“The Mexican Werewolf” El Chupacabra Vs Shiek Khan Abadi

Tag Team War:
The Suburban Commandos Vs Mike Hayashi + Mike Rayne

Punk Rock Vs Lucha Libre
Luster The Legend (Reno Scum) Vs Lucha Magnifico (Hoodslam)

Special Challege Match:
Jeckles the Jester Vs Dylan Drake

Yeah. See you there.

Full press release after the jump:

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This guy was tearing ass down Hampshire Street last night around 2, leaning on his horn every time he was about to run through a stop sign.

Is that the proper etiquette? You wake me from my slumber and run me over? Also, Potrero would’ve been much faster. What gives? He kept it up for blocks and blocks way off into the distance.

Check it out! Backseat Beat featured a MM favorite, Social Studies, performing on top of some hill above the Cow Palace.

Social Studies was definitely the hottest band in the Berkeley co-ops in the early 2000s. I remember many nights watching them play in the Cloyne Court kitchen while munching on a vegan Chik Patty sandwich with Prego sauce.

Jesse, the bass player, was Cloyne’s maintenance manager, a total babe, and his signs always had excellent penmanship. In this interview, he details what it was like going to French high school. Wow, no jocks, no prom, just a bunch of skinny kids smoking cigs? What was there to rebel against? I probably would have ended up in a fraternity just to be “different”.

Anyway, their music rocks too. Check out Backseat Beat for more.

Update: I was audited by some notable co-op historians. Andrew points out that I probably mixed them up with Spunky Brewster, an ’80s cover band for which Jesse played guitar. Kat says Social Studies formed after we lived at Cloyne. Turns out my memory really was affected by all the drinking and contact highs.