Mission Mission

Move Mean, the talented photographer responsible for this gem, says the mess smelled of fruit punch and curry. Jesus.

Self Edge tries out a new sales strategy: This guy stands out front in his special uniform and barks at passersby. I like it.

Previously:

Obsessed With Denim

(Artist’s recreation of the crime)

In just the most recent example of the rampant squirrel problem facing The Mission these days, a squirrel squirrelled his way into Zeitgeist yesterday and used his tiny little dirty claws to scratch at the bar’s decorative wall hangings. Animal Control came to pick him up, but he squirrelled out of the cage and scampered up a tree.

This just hits home what we all have long known to be true: our neighborhood is being taken over by squirrels. Sure, they were here first, but that’s no excuse to allow them to scurry willy-nilly all about, terrorizing pigeons and rats alike. I think I speak for us all when I say that something must be done about these little beasts. If the Board of Supervisors aren’t willing to put their feet down on the problem, I’ll stamp out these nut jobs myself.

Oooooh. Wait. Sorry. It was a man, a squirrelly man. Oooops. Never mind.

Misread at SFist.

Last night at Amnesia, Emperor Norton’s Jazz Band introduced this as a 1930′s Louis Armstrong classic, but you probably know it as the 90′s remake “Buddy Holly” by Weezer.

They perform every first Sunday at Amnesia if you want to catch them next time and join the sing-a-long.

The instrument of choice for singers who don’t know what to do with their hands just got fishy.

I’m not sure what’s more amazing: the fact that fish tambourines are a real product, or that they are manufactured by a company called “C.O.D. Novelties”. Also available in dove.

[snapped at 21st and Mission]

Pretty good. Simple, clean.

But it’s no Hayley Cassatt. Maybe the city could get her to do the next piece on the late, great Laser Eyes Kitty Mural space. Something like this would be a big hit I bet:

Will this wet weather and its wake of destruction ever cease?

[Photo by TWITA2005]

Creative thinking or overthinking? “Only in San Francisco,” perhaps?

Ice Tubes says it’s just plain pretentious.

When Critical Mass made its way into the parking garage under the Safeway on 16th Street, those on tall bikes had to duck or risk head trauma. The ceilings were low, and some low-hanging pipes were even lower. But those came in handy:

Also of note (perhaps), a female tall biker, amid throngs of dude tall bikers:

Oh, and here’s some video:

Alissa reminds us that one of the benefits of living in San Francisco is proximity to Tahoe, such a wonderland in the wintertime.