Mission Mission

We’re gonna get Sunny Angulo her own WordPress account any day now, we swear. Until then, here is her latest report, featuring gorgeous photography by Peggy Peralta:

Who said Myspace is just a crowded digital wasteland lurking with creepy stalkers, annoying flashing tattoo icons and insecure teens bullying each other?

In fact, it has the potential to connect you with that special someone who might just end up your spouse. Well, maybe not you, but certainly maybe someone.

Such is the case for DJs Zita and DMadness, middle school teachers by day and two of the Bay Area’s hottest DJs by night.

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Did you just get laid off from that circus gig? Are you sick of not being able to eat soup without making a mess? Might be time for a beard trim. Head over to Chica Sexy today.

Photo by Jeremy Brooks.

Previously:

This Facial Hair Thing Is Getting Out Of Hand

Photo by AlanDejecacion.

Our old pal mcas takes issue with SF Weekly‘s review of Tuesday night’s Almighty Defenders show. The Almighty Defenders are a rock ‘n’ roll supergroup made up of the Black Lips and the King Khan & BBQ Show. The review sings the praises of the groups individually, but complains that the supergroup was hard to listen to, and that their famously debaucherous stage antics were lackluster. Take it away, mcas:

the reviewer LEFT EARLY and missed the guitarist playing with his dick, then pissing into the mouth of a naked king khan, who sprayed the crowd
and king kahn knocked himself out stage diving naked
…unfortunately, i still havent showered yet.
so, ive got piss and king khans sweat all over me.
me: yikes
mcas: at one point, the guitarist was behind khan, both naked, him riding khan
as for the piss-spray.. hed been spraying whiskey all night.
at least 1 of my friends didnt realize that that spray WASNT whiskey
(it was an all ages show, FYI)
me: nice
any pics?
mcas: im bummed i didnt get any.. but didnt want to drop my phone on the floor with all the piss and whiskey and blood on the floor…
me: word

It’s okay with me if a reviewer skips out on the end of a show; there are no rules here on the internet. But I’m glad we were able to set the record straight regarding so much penis and urine.

Also, the above images are stills from videos shot by screffie, videos we’ve posted after the jump — videos which corroborate SF Weekly’s contention that the band was kind of unlistenable. See for yourself:

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I was feeling a little nostalgic, so I decided to make one last shopping trip to Delano’s for old time’s sake.  It was fairly disarming to witness firsthand the depleted shelves and bins throughout the store.  A few other shoppers milled about, almost seeming more interested in surveying the scene than picking out groceries. 

A somber air permeated the place, and not even the sounds of ABBA emanating from the tinny overhead speakers could shake out the funk.

Some of the more depressing shelves (plus an UPLIFTING STORY and an UPDATE!!!), after the jump:

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Just kidding. Harrison and 14th.

Brainslip paints a sobering alternate history of a Mission under the influence of LA foodstuffs. Carne asada fries are a slippery slope, my friends:

First it started with the dreaded droopy carne asada fry invasion.

Then they took pizza. How could we lose pizza? Well, we did, to a cardboard tasting menace called Dominos, which began to infiltrate the Mission block by block from 30th to Division, Guerrero to Potrero. Heroes fell one after the other – Papa Potrero, Serrano, Cybelle, and perhaps remembered most fondly- Zante.

You can take my Indian pizza from my cold, dead hand.

Next up: tacos – soon deep fried was all they tried – Baja style. No more boiled chicken, shredded pork, sauteed fish, etc.

Scared?  You should be.  It gets worse:

After a year of sensory dullification we lost the only thing that mattered: burgers. In-N-Out opened at 20th @ Valencia. A bikes only drive-thru , how could we resist? Free air, free water, valet bike parking: all so delightful.

First they came for the pizza. And I didn’t speak up because there was too much bufala.

Then they came for the taquerias.  And I didn’t speak up because there was too much pollo asado.

Such SoCalized medicine flooded the streets. Everywhere were carts, huts, & shacks – all shaped in the like of their foodstuffs. A nonstop barrage of fried chicken, chili fries, and pastrami became too much for neighborhood morale. Defeated, they gave up what mattered most, and signed over the rights to their BART tube for conversion to a freeway tunnel.

Oh dear.  Food has consequences. The Great War of the Californias indeed.

How can hackers exploit this amalgamation of fashion and technology?  Only S. Pigeon knows . . .

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Hack the Planet!  Starting With That Sign Outside of Blue Plate

Photo by Pete Briones.

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Because of The Wire, am I right?

Photo by Orin Zebest.

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