Mission Mission

Photo and title by Megan Wade.

Kate has some tasty video right here.

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Photo and title by Creme Brulee Man.

[Thanks, Paul!]

In less than one hour the San Francisco Giants will attempt to clinch the World Series of Baseball while deep in the heart of Texas.  Whether or not Lincecum and the gang will able to do it tonight, it’s undeniable how much of demonstrative force they have been in unifying the vastly diverse residents of our dynamic city.  Everyone has at least one thing in common.

For instance, during rush hour on a crowded BART train earlier, a testy exchange broke out between a passenger with a bicycle and another who felt it was necessary to point out that he was breaking the rules.  Another passenger who overheard the conversation shouted from the other side of the train, “Don’t fuck with bikes!”  The murmuring of everyone around grew louder and the tension escalated as they said a few more things to each other.

Thinking fast, I yelled, “Go Giants!”  Immediately, everyone in the car burst into laughter and smiles that sustained until we got to the next stop, where the passenger with the bicycle departed after offering an earnest apology to no one in particular.  Crisis averted.

So yeah, Go Giants!  And let’s try to be rad to each other all the time!

[Cranial Liminal Scan Photo]

Photo by Male Awareness Day.

In contrast to our rather neggy F-Market story from last week, Rachel Ann Brickner (not pictured) brings us a happy story. She’s on her bike, she rolls up next to a bus waiting at a light. Its driver is friendly, right off the bat:

“Hello!” he said.

“Oh, hello,” I said, turning back & smiling. “How are you?”

“Great! How are you?”

“Good!” I paused & looked around. “The weather’s nice today, yeah?”

“Sure is. Perfect when driving one of these guys,” he said, tapping the steering wheel with his palms.

“Yeah,” I said, extending it, unsure if I should tell him more about myself. “I’ve always liked cable cars. They remind me of Pittsburgh.”

“Oh yeah? Is that where you’re from?”

I nodded.

See how it ends!

And then think about it all day! Open yourself up!

[Photo by Troy Holden]

I am loving this Choose Your Own Monster comic-thing that DocPop came up with. This design is loosely based on math-whiz Jason Shiga’s mind-bogglingly intricate Choose Your Own Adventure comics.

(click image for the animated version)

Tumblr’er extraordinaire YMFY asks the internet:

If you were the girl dressed up as Groucho Marx Saturday night and you made out with Slimer from Ghostbusters, send me a message. Didn’t even catch your name. You’re new from Portland. I have no shame.

There must have been some serious chemistry there if they were able to collectively get over the gender-bending and general repulsiveness of Slimer. I personally try to avoid making out with ghosts. Ectoplasm stains don’t wash out.

Surely someone knows the mystery Marx sister? Help a bro out.

Update!

Nattles found another dude who fell for “Groucha” Marx on craigslist. This guy didn’t get as far as making out, though. You go Groucha!

I was jazzed about last night’s win too, but I managed to maintain possession of my pants. Get it together, people.

Also, go Giants!

Photo by Tim Chavez.