Mission Mission

I think they are doing it wrong.  Reader Brian H. explains:

There are some “vocal” folks living just off of the corner of 21st & Bryant.  They post signs about how their landlords are “harassing them” and are “professional evictors” and the like – all by way of signs in their windows and door.

Spotted at 21st and Bryant.

For better or worse.

Sure, it’s a little late, but it’s the thought that counts.  Besides, look at that adorable couple down there who just left the building!  I wonder what they are saying to each other . . .

Kink.com Mad Libs!!!

“My favorite part was when ___1___ put you in that ___2___ and started to ___3___ you.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think ___4___ would be able to fit ___5___ in my ___6___, but you gotta admit, they are professionals over here.”

“I just wish they didn’t rub ___7___ all over my face.  I felt that was unnecessary.”

“I know, and all we got were these matching hoodies.”

If you want, number your responses in the comments.  Entries will be judged based on ___8___, and the winner will receive ___9___.  I am totally convinced that this is not a bad idea.

Auditioning for National Park status, Dolores Park decided to demonstrate its natural fury last night by transforming its busted water main into a full-fledged geyser.  The warm night air inveigled some inebriated parkers into thinking that muddy slip ‘n slide might be a good idea.  They were soon wet and sorry but provided quality entertainment for the rest of us.

That flash you see above is from another park reveller who thought this would make a good photo op.  Her enthusiastic red-headed friend exclaimed excitedly, “You should email these to MissionMission and they might post it!”  Overwhelmed by the meta-ness of it all, I quietly slinked away.  By then the fire department had showed up and was in the process of ruining all the fun anyway.

And she never did email us the picture.  It was probably way better than my crappy dark one.  Mission paparazzi, have no fear!  Even if you don’t think it’s as epic as one of your neighbor shitting on your apartment (NSFW), someone will like it!  That’s how the internet works.

In our Introduce Yourself section this morning, we received a tender plea from reader P.P. (not pictured):

Just a Polish-Croat girl from Chicago living in the mish since 2006 wishing there was a decent pierogi joint in the hood. Pierogi cart anyone? Been reading this blog for awhile but finally decided we need to band together to get more pierogies damn it!

Link. We’re going to go ahead and overlook the fact that she pluralized an already plural word and join her cause. Who among us can make this girl’s pierogi dream (pictured) come true?

Photo by reg5057.

Shotspotter? DARPA/HAARP Equipment? Astound Internet Service? Alien Subtlety Scanner? Pigeon Traffic Control?

Spotted on the roof of the apartment building on the North West corner of 16th and Valencia.

Dolores Park, meet Erika.

(via generic)

S. Pigeon is a genius, and that’s all I have to say about that.  Except for maybe, “Why can’t we have ‘Science’ billboards that just have pictures of Erlenmeyer flasks and shit in real life?”

UPDATE!!! Kat schools me:

Yo dudes, I posted that shit months ago.  Don’t think I’m not watching.

I still want Erlenmeyer flask billboards for science.

Previously:

“Never ever does this city seem likely. Never at all.”

Judging from the number of emails we’ve received about this, you can tell that excitement is building for the Alite launch party this Friday from 6-11pm at 2505 Mariposa Street (at Hampshire).  Even Kelly from indie-mart is all about them (and she will be helping to host the party as well).  With an eye towards putting the fun back into camping, Alite founder Tae Kim has brought together local creatives and designers to create this rad new SF brand.  Besides, who can resist a party with:

Sex charades in the "Sleepy Hotness" double sleeping bag?

or

A doggy scavenger hunt? Crazy!

Plus there’s a photobooth too, but try not to go all Pop’s in there.  I’m most intrigued by the monarch chair, pictured at the top, which purportedly folds down to the size of “a San Francisco burrito” (shouldn’t it be Mission style?).  I will have to check it out myself since I’m not sure whether they mean a properly sized El Farolito super burrito or one of those miniature (and comparably expensive) Papalote twigs that all the skinny hipsters rave about.