Mission Mission

Pizza Zone (‘N’ Grill!) on Duboce and Valencia.

Look, I’m not going to pretend I know anything about street art. The closest I got to “tagging” was repeatedly drawing the Stüssy S all over my binder in 7th grade.

But I think it’s really tacky when businesses paint their signs in graffiti text. It reminds me of those arcade machines in the 90′s that would show you a tag-font “Stay In School” splash screen when they started up. Even then I was cynical enough to see through their ridiculous attempt to appeal to my “urban” side.

Get ‘em while they’re hot!  Just make sure you get a male, I hear the girl ones aren’t as good.

(Scrawled under the seat in front of me on the 22 this evening)

We’ve been seeing this character’s disembodied head floating around all over the neighborhood for weeks, so it’s nice to finally be able to put a name to a face, thanks to this pic snapped by Mike near 20th and Florida. I’m going with that his name is Oddfellow Says: “Get Even.”

Thanks, Mike! Click to enlarge.

Thanks Catherine!

Ha!

Yeah, China was pretty fun.  Definitely not the human-rights abusing pit of despair you hear about in the news (although the internet censorship is annoying but trivially easy to subvert).  I even heard PBR referred to as “The People’s Beer,” which is just skull-fuckingly brilliant.  Also, if you are ever rolling around Hong Kong, there is a delicious vegan dim sum place on Electric rd @ Lau Sin.  The sesame fried dumplings are off the hook.

And check out a solid HK-based street art group/the best cool-kid culture blog imaginable, Start From Zero.  They even host a yearly ping-pong tournament, which should give this blog some inspiration.

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I wanted to hang out on the beach all day but ended up taking pictures of street art and other random shit while eating ice cream.

Condoms with wings: the rage.

Taylor (a.k.a. Sweet T) sent us a pic of this crab-bot the other night:

I saw this tonight at 18th and Valencia. It was fresh – both literally and figuratively.

Ha!  Those claws and lifeless eyes remind me of Rosie from The Jetsons, except way more terrifying.

Side note: I’ve always wanted to stencil something into undried cement, but always stop myself because I know it’d probably be pretty shellfish of me (OH YES I DID!).

Us good Christians are definitely losing the war on Christmas to “progressive” “Americans” but, luckily, in China, “Mery Christma” is here to stay.  (Also digging the ribity homage)

You guys!  Look!  Sexpigeon spotted Dick Chicken in Palo Alto!

Now, either Dick Chicken has gone bi-coastal, or some buttmunch of a Stanford student is fucking with us by way of half-assed Dick Chicken scrawl in sharpie.

Ugh.  I can’t tell which is worse.  Go home, Dick Chicken.