Mission Mission

Yep. I was walking down 19th Street earlier, crossed Capp, passed a couple of working girls. Here’s what one shouted to the other as they were parting ways:

SARA!! REMIND ME TO GET A SF WEEKLY NEWSPAPER!!

I hope Sara remembered. (I’m guessing on the spelling there, but the no-H thing just seems right. No judgement.) I wonder if they’re real into Matt Smith, or Dan Savage, or maybe the concert listings?

The point of this post is, I had no idea anyone read SF Weekly.

But I bet all you anti-graffiti trolls are fine with it since it’s a big corporate-sanctioned corporate eyesore on a big privately owned owned thing.

I’m kidding mostly. Particularly if Hendrick’s is interested in sponsoring a popular hyperlocal blog or something.

One of the first big, highly trafficked stories Mission Mission ever had was about a gang of bees attacking the Mission (be sure to click through and dig those crazy pics). This was a few years back. Today, the bees are back.

Says Star:

Just saw a gigantic swarm of displaced bees at 14th & Valencia. It was intense! A plague, I say. [link]

And here Misa explains the picture she took (above):

SFPD & beekeeper busy working to save a swarm of bees on 14th & valencia [link]

Below is a shot by SFist reader Blair’s friend Carol. The bees are the dark triangle above the door:

And an even better shot by Squeaky Clean Dave:

Thanks to SFist editor Brock Keeling for the tip (and for linking our original bee post way back in the day). See below for a bunch of followup posts wherein you can learn a ton about bees and beekeeping and being an EMERGENCY BEEKEEPER.

Here’s a little Wednesday-afternoon psychology exercise (via Allie, my favorite Ann Arbor-based blogger (not pictured)):

Do you ever see people on the street and wonder what it’s like to know them? Sometimes I think about the people I know and how they look to strangers on the street. What do the strangers think of them? Think of someone who’s really important to you. What would you have thought of that person if you just saw them on the street and didn’t know them? Would you think they were remarkable-looking at all? [link]

Whoa! Noodle that for a while.

So, I immediately thought of my friend Al (pictured, not to be confused with Allie). Al is moving to New York tomorrow, so she’s about to get regarded by a lot of strangers. They’ll probably think she’s remarkable looking.

UPDATE: I’m halfway through this post and Al herself IMs me. This is amazing:

Alex: I was too busy getting spit on
me: spit on?
Alex: yes!
on Haight
me: haha
Alex: some dude just was like angry at the world
younger, fairly attractive homeless kid
‘fuck you’
spits on me
like out of nowhere
me: haha!
omg al
you are making my day
Alex: why?
me: thats a riot!
Alex: it wasn’t that cool
just sayin
me: i know
i’m blogging about this
i’m already halfway through a farewell al post, but this is the icing on the cake
Alex: are you shitting me

No, Al, I’m not shitting you. More importantly, I guess now we know what strangers think of you. I’ll miss you though.

Just now a limousine (not pictured) cruised past the liquor store at 20th and Bryant. A drunk standing out front shouted at it:

You got Neil Diamond in there!? He’s a fat rat!!

So, yeah, Neil Diamond probably was not in the Mission.

[Photo by marshall313]

Wait a second. Is this an impostor?

The real rad dog, as we all know, loves Funyuns, so either this is an impostor trying to capitalize on the dog’s popularity to push health food, OR, the dog legitimately likes health food and junk food. Reasonable, I suppose.

[via Liz Brent]

SF Appeal reports:

A woman was stabbed and a man was shot in separate incidents that occurred within an hour and a block of each other in San Francisco’s Mission District early this morning, police said.

The stabbing was reported shortly after 1:05 a.m. near Mission and 16th streets, according to police.

The victim, a 27-year-old woman, got into a fight with a man who cut her on the leg with a machete and then fled, police said.

Read on.

Maybe the Turtles have been using porta potties as their secret enter/exit strategy all along! That would explain the recent addition of porta potties at Dolores Park, right? Regardless, I did not go inside to investigate further.

This little chili is all at once a little bit happy to see you, but also overheated from running in the desert heat, and experiencing some nervousness that is inspiring unfortunate violent actions toward a specific taco.

You can figure it out for yourself at El Gran Taco Loco. (warning, autoplay music)