Mission Mission

The dryer at my laundromat (which is called a “[something something] Tumbler”) doesn’t work, so I took a picture of it and tried to post it on Tumblr, but Tumblr isn’t working either, so I’m posting it here:

Whatever technology you’ve got, no matter what era it’s from, if it starts with T-U-M-B-L you’re fucked. Beware.

I think she was so overwhelmed by all the snow bullshit that she actually thought a blizzard was going to find its way inside the Transbay Tube and into an airtight BART car, and get her a little wet.

Or maybe she just really hates when the person in the seat in front of her sneezes and doesn’t cover their mouth.

Or maybe she was practicing some kind of understated routine for the Glee tryouts.

It’s a solid look. Don’t you just want to drink beers and eat Pringles and play Gradius III with this guy? Yep.

[Photo by Hopped Up]

Previously:

Blasting Cramps Songs in the Turreted Cadillac

It’s Just That Song

Ah, so this is what firefighters do to your car if you park in front of a hydrant and they need to gain access to it. Rad.

Kiya from Self Edge once told me that since he always wears denim he even wears denim when he goes swimming. Cutoffs in the pool. And that kind of seems somewhat normal, like Tom Sawyer and friends swimming in a swimming hole with cutoffs.

Denim on the treadmill however? A very peculiar choice.

But maybe it’s good. Maybe we should all practice running in jeans for when the time comes we have to outrun somebody we just suckerpunched outside Pop’s in the middle of the night. While barefoot.

[Photo by We Built This City]

Previously:

Obsessed With Denim

UPDATE: Somebody made a compelling case that this post be taken down, so we obliged. Sorryboutit.

Our buddy MC reports from 16th and Valencia late last night:

not sure what happened, but a bunch of girls of in this hummer were in a fistfight, one was getting  handcuffed with a black eye. at least two had no shoes on. when I got in a cab, the taxi driver said “yeah. chubby  girls… they like to fight.”

Thanks, MC!

It’s on 21st Street somewhere around Treat, and it’s deep! There’s a construction barricade marking the spot, but construction barricades don’t stop cyclists traveling at top speed not looking where they’re going. Somebody should probably put a cone in it.

P.S. Did you know potholes are sometimes called “kettles” and “chuckholes”? Chuckholes!

[Photo by Lizzy]

Previously:

How to Report a Pothole Online

The Are-You-Kidding-Me Pothole