Mission Mission

Curbed editor Sally Kuchar sent us an amazingly useful video about pork products and Four Loko.

Check it out below, but first, a disclaimer:

If you are at all interested in turning a carnivore into a vegetarian or turning a possible immigrant to this country away forever this video may be of use to you. However, if you have recently eaten food or if you plan to try to eat some food sometime today or if you are pregnant or hungover or have any kind of negative reaction to realizing how disgusting we all are you may not want to watch this video. In addition, if you value the time you have on this world and don’t want to spend it watching videos made by white trash bozos act as if they’re funny because they’re only pretending to be white trash bozos, then you may want to walk away from the computer and kiss someone.

(Thanks Sally!)

Whoa. This is my own fault; I don’t make it to Dynamo all that often. But how come all anybody ever talks about are the maple bacon one (pictured) and the spicy chocolate one (pictured) — when there is  MOLASSES GUINNESS ONE (not pictured) THAT TASTES EVEN BETTER THAN IT SOUNDS?

Anyway, now I know.

[Photo by Scott Beale / Laughing Squid]

Discolandia sits nearly empty, a going-out-of-business sale in its final days, the space for rent.

Not that I ever went in there or anything, but I think we can all agree, whatever happens, the next tenant better not even think about touching the signage. How do we get it on some kind of registry of historic stuff?

So Delano’s is dead, and we’re all bummed for its former employees, but why the big fence around the parking lot? Why they gotta shut down our sweet shortcut?

Previously:

Don’t Fence Me In

Fenced In!

Okay, maybe not “wrecks.” But there had to be some damage. Shame on you, SF Bay Guardian.

Previously:

Do-It-Yourself Yellow Journalism Machine

Badass!

[Photo by *eddie]

UPDATE: Fecal Face has some sweet behind the scenes reportage! Thanks, GP!

Previously:

Bike Shark

Shark Toof

Shark Art

This one, spied by longtime tipster Kati J., appears to be a much more youthful victim than yesterday’s. And it looks as though the killing took place in a more secluded place. The killer’s tastes are evolving, and he is getting craftier.

In a post that explains how whereas getting hit on in New York is pretty routine, getting hit on in San Francisco is a whole ‘nother story, Leah relates the story of some random sketchy dude (not pictured) hitting on her on Muni the other day:

I WAS SITTING ON THE 33 BUS HEADING TOWARD CASTRO STREET TO TRANSFER TO THE 24. I GET OUT MY PHONE TO TEXT INDIA, AND THE GUY SITTING TWO SEATS DOWN POKES ME ON THE ARM, AND I’M IMMEDIATELY THROWN OFF BECAUSE PEOPLE DON’T TOUCH YOU IN NEW YORK. I LOOK OVER, AND HE HAS HIS PHONE OUT, AND HE’S LIKE “OH, THAT’S INTERESTING. WE HAVE THE SAME PHONE.”

Read on. [via India]

[Photo by Nick Fisher]

Reader Clay W. needs our help:

I walked outside of Mission Cliffs and my Specialized Langster had been freshly stolen! The cable that locked my bike to the poll was laying on the ground. Right next to it was a cruiser bike with leather handlebars and the lights still blinking (whoever stole my bike took the time to put the kickstand up). I waited around for 15 minutes and talked to people at the scene who agreed that I should take the cruiser.

Now I have a new cruiser bike that was probably stolen from some poor hipster girl. What’s the ethical thing to do in this situation??

I’m pretty sure this shady CL add is for my stolen bike.

Is this a picture from a new bike shop? Reader Olivia explains:

…this deserves some public recognition! a bike rack that my two friends built in their mission dolores apartment.

I know at least two apartments (you know who you are!) that would benefit greatly from this sort of arrangement. The commonly-used doorway bike pile is not a scalable system. It’s designed for quick deposit, not retrieval.

Got a better way? Send us a picture or explain in the comments.