Mission Mission

Plus: the late Jay Reatard!!! And actually, JUST KIDDING!! It’s just pictures of these and other rock ‘n’ roll greats performing live. But they’re epic pictures I’m sure, just like last time. Opening reception is this Saturday night!

Check out the event’s Facebook page for photographer bios and more.

Write your own caption contest! GO! (No prizes, don’t be mean, Sexpigeon auto-disqualified)

Snapped at 16th St. BART. God we’re creepy.

If you’re like me you don’t have an iPhone and your iPod Touch is in a bag of rice on the kitchen table. What the hell sense does that make? So, don’t waste your time with that new iPad thing, get yourself to Thriftown and score a slightly used genuine iPhone for only $24.99.

Many Machines just hipped us to Los Perdidos, a new short film by a group of 826 Valencia kids. It rules.

Siiiiiiick! Aren’t you worried that if you pour that imp down your gullet it’ll erode your insides and consume your soul!?!?!? I’d be!!!!!!

Photo by dreamyshade.

Previously:

Demon Cat

Demon Clown

Demon Ghostbat

Moreover, he’s running a marathon with an eggplant and a samurai.

(Via our buddy Katherine who’s living in Japan for a bit.)

Previously:

Milk Carton Obama

Dolores Park Obama

826 Valencia Obama

Haiti in need help, now I get it!  For the longest time I thought that said “Haiti W need help.”  Color me insanely stupid.

[Thanks 2 Rachel 4 pic!]

Be careful when bumming out cigarettes to random strangers!  The SFAppeal Crime Blotter recounts a startling story that could happen to any of us:

10:40 PM: A man was at 21st and Capp when another man reportedly asked him for a cigarette — but that request was, seemingly, a diversion, as another man came up from behind the requestee and knocked him to the ground. The two men allegedly robbed the grounded guy of his cell phone, then fled on foot. The victim’s injuries weren’t serious, and no one’s been arrested.

The only solution seems to be outright scroogery regarding all street tobacco requests, or at the very least only buying hand-rolled from now on.  Wait, are people even bumming cigarettes out to strangers on the streets anymore?  Don’t they cost like 50 cents each or something?

Anyway, I’m excited about SFAppeal Crime Blotter’s new Google Maps mashup.  Very helpful for pinpointing exactly how close violent crime is happening next to you.  Let them know if you like it or think it’s obtrusively unnecessary.

[image courtesy of MissionLoc@l]

Update: Now with more Ackbar!

In Santa Barbara over the weekend I came upon a scene that was like something out of the apocalypse. Waterborne tornadoes had apparently ripped half a dozen sailboats from their offshore moorings and deposited them unceremoniously on the beach, forcing countless joggers to unceremoniously reroute.

I’ve still got The Road on the brain, so I climbed aboard and ransacked their galleys — made off with some choice canned vegetables and a flare gun.

Yep, this one was decidedly different than Mission Mission’s last trip to Santa Barbara. More wreckage after the jump:

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No big deal, just a picture of someone enjoying an El Farolito quesadilla, right?

Psych! It’s a picture of someone enjoying an El Farolito quesadilla in the East Village, NYC!

You can do it too: On the way to SFO, hop out at 24th St. station. Run into El Farolito and order that quesadilla to go. It’s probably a good idea to avoid the sour cream. Immediately double-ziplock bag it and toss it in your luggage. When you land in NYC 6 hours later, call up your friend and tell her that you’ll be bringing lunch. Don’t worry, as a previous mission resident, the concern of a salmonella infection will be dwarfed by her longing for decent Mexican food*.

Your clothes will smell like carne asada for a week, but the look on her face will be worth it. She’ll give you a big hug and tell you that this was a way better gift than the “Alcatraz Swim Team” T-Shirt you brought last time.

The question is, what can your NYC friend do for you? Imported pizza? Nah, contrary to what they think, we have plenty of good pizza here.

*The “Mexican” food in NYC borders on the terrible. Trust me when I say I wish it were otherwise.