Mission Mission

See ‘em? I hope you saw ‘em, because, as you probably know, that was your last chance to see an American space shuttle do anything

UPDATE: See a digitally enhanced version of this photograph over on our Tumblr.

If you want to celebrate the boozy holiday known as Fat Tuesday, and still don’t know where you can go to get your fill of revelry tonight, here are some options for you to possibly check out:

• The Front Porch – Doing a straight up Louisiana style shrimp boil, Abita Beer on tap, live jazz for everyone.
• Andalu – Fat Taco Tuesday.  $1 tacos, masks and beads.
• Elbo Room – Fat Tuesday Carnival party with some killer beats and dancing
• 3300 Club – They’ll be serving Mission-style Hurricanes.  Yum.

If you’re just looking for some beads and a cold one, I’m sure you can walk into any bar and find at least one person down to share the bon temps with you. Enjoy your hangover tomorrow!

[Thanks Corntard and Internet!]

Ryan is a barrel of laughs. Poignant laughs!

You might want to check out his band too, and his awesome Kickstarter pitch.

(Thanks, Pen Pop!)

Perhaps you’ve seen them in action on one of San Francisco’s many group rides.  The ultimate in bike safety.  On the downside, he said it takes 5 minutes to turn them all on.

It’s a pretty simple concept, yet for some reason this remains one of the most bizarre promotional videos I’ve ever seen. I think our Tumblr buddy More Than Most says it best:

What the fuck?

Exactamundo. Watch it if you dare:

http://vimeo.com/20724535

[via MTM]

UPDATE: Apparently the video no longer exists. It was a promo for some kind of new Playboy show. I’m not going to try to find it.

Reader Marco suggests this alternative, and our Tumblr offers another great screenshot.

UPDATE: Jacobe found the real thing! Here it is.

I came across this love note at 19th and Valencia earlier this week, and thought to myself, “Concise, gets the message out there — could do better.” Is this really the way gentlemen are courting ladies these days?

I have some advice for our graffiti Cyrano de Bergerac: chicks love the sonnets. Here — I even started one for you to help you in your quest for Becca’s love… and other things:

My dearest Becca, without whom this wall would be blank and nothingness.  My love is as deep and permanent as this sharpie pen in which I use to shout to all, “I love thee my darling, and I’m really good at sex, so, you know, call me”

Your move, Romeo (unless anyone else can do better).

I’ve got a 12-pack of Pabst and no bag and no rack. What do I do?

We’ve got a limo. Shall we take it to El Rio, or Nap’s?

Can’t wait!

[via no parents no rulez]

Previously:

• A shit-ton of Jay Reatard coverage on Mission Mission

Style maven David Enos says, “Now is the time to wear shades.”

I wasn’t aware that it previously was not the time to wear shades (so apologies to all those who I’ve beshaded in recent months), but I’ll bite. I’m definitely gonna wear some shades this season.

Previously:

• Acid-washed jeans are back
• Composition notebook hats are back