Mission Mission

Bernalwood delivers the bad news:

Mission Chinese Food, the area’s most amazing Chinese restaurant (within a Chinese restaurant), is closed until Sunday, December 26.

Read on for further commentary and possible alternatives.

(FYI, Broke-Ass Stuart suggests R&G Lounge.)

According to this, the boy’s bathroom at the Knockout contains an hidden elevator to planet SR388. Remember to pick up the ice beam before you head over.

Too late for this season, but Dore Studio will totally spice up your Christmas greetings next year.

Either this is an actual PSA because “surfing the train” is an actual problem in the New York City subway, or this is the raddest prank of the year.

Has anybody ever tried to surf a BART?

[via PaperTowel]

Previously:

Tarp Surfing

BART Swing

How long do you wait to sleep with someone? Honey In Yr Brain and her roommates have some thoughts:

P: Yeah. I mean it took three dates to get her to sleep with me…..

K: Three dates? Damn, that seems pretty quick and easy for someone who seems like they valued sex or whatever…not that I would know.

P: What!? Isn’t that the rule? They say “three dates is the rule” on Sex and the City.

K: You watch Sex and the City?

Read on for the powerful conclusion (and to see if P watches Sex and the City or not).

[Photo by Primo]

This morning, SFist broke the news that the Divisadero Laser Kitty Mural was not painted over maliciously, but rather with explicit permission from whoever runs that wall.

Which sort of renders that huge argument we were having moot, right? Maybe, maybe not.

Keith Haring was a dude that started out tagging subway advertisements and stuff. Then he became the toast of the art world. Now, years after his death, his shit is everywhere, from dumbass tourist tchotchkes to high-end art gallery souvenirs.

And now here’s his stuff, tagged by someone else on a dirty A-frame barricade. Is this art? Is it more or less art than a real Haring original? Is it more or less art than a real Haring tourist tchotchke?

[Photo by SF Gov]

On Woodward.

I love maps! (This one is on the wall at Viracocha.)

Previously:

Russian-Tinged Klezmer Brunch

Rocktopus

Impish Toilet Octopus

I was walking my very drunk friend home last night when we came upon this champion, wearing a big floppy yellow tarp, coughing and moaning his way up 24th Street, loudly, pausing only to walk into the occasional wall or tree.

I said to my very drunk friend, “You, sir, are an amateur.”

Don’t worry dude!  No way am I going to mess with a guy wearing fingerless Misfits gloves in the morning.  That sure is a lot of presents though.  Can’t you spare just one?

Fine.  Whatever, Grinch.

What about the rest of you?  Do you still give give gifts to your peeps during the holidays?