Mystery gunk

Saw this on the wall of the portable men’s room at SoMa StrEat Food Park, and I thought Ariel could maybe work a little magic on it, like that time I ate a cigar.

The TOTALLY BLINDING window display at Artists’ Television Access right now

Ouch! This is the only way I can look at it because it literally burns the naked eye. But even this photo hurts! OUCH!

Hot new look for summer: Patrick Ewing crew-neck sweatshirt

A classic joke about being done with San Francisco

The boys like it ;)

[via Ariel on Facebook]

Seeing sounds

Patatap took the internet by storm a few weeks back, but now it’s an iPhone app — and a movie set in the Mission:

I wonder what’s in that vessel

Mmmm, In-N-Out Burger.

UFO in the WC

I had margaritas and enchiladas at La Rondalla just now

That is all. Just wanted to say it out loud since for so doggone long it seemed like it would never happen ;)

Broke-Ass Stuart wants to give you a ‘Capp Street is for hookers’ t-shirt

AND, it was designed by Lil Tuffy, creator of our awesome Mission Mission Bingo Board!

Here’s what Stu has to say:

Personally I believe prostitution should be legalized so we can get rid of pimps, cut down on sex trafficking, and make the entirety of the sex business safer for everyone involved. But until that happens, Capp Street will always be for hookers and now you can get a shirt that says so.

Win one (or purchase one) here.

Sandwich smooch

Way back in 2009, we urged you to vote for our pal Audrey’s t-shirt idea on Threadless, but I don’t think it ever made the cut. (Our post was called “Vote for true love!“)

A couple weeks ago, the design finally became available for purchase — with some added pizzazz courtesy of local artist Porous Walker, who we also wrote about way back in 2009. (That post was called “The Mavericks of Diarrhea!“)

Here it is:

True love! Get it here!

Allan Hough

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Biographical Info:

"I joked that living in the Mission would be the end of me. And there were nights where it felt like the case.

One night I went out with my friend Allan to the bar that no one goes to on 16th Street, where I lost half my drink and money on the dance floor. Later we skated down 16th to Evelyn Lee, where I fell off my board and landed on my head as the 22 bus sped past behind me. A sobering moment. At the bar, I sulked and nursed my wounds until Allan put on Amy Winehouse’s 'Valerie.' We danced, he dipped me, and I felt better."

— My pal Valerie, writing about life in the Mission