Mission Mission

Reader Jeff D. was at Mission Street Food last week, when the menu was a big awesome fuck-you (or love letter?) to McDonald’s:

As a female aims to jam a spoon into the top of her McSunday’s plastic lid.…

male 1: “there’s no hole there!”
male 2: “that’s what she said.”

Thanks, Jeff! See the menu here.

More fun with McDonald’s:

McShit at I Heart Street Art.

Golden Arches on YouTube.

eviloars is killing it lately.  Just follow him on flickr and stop reading this blog.  Go ahead; we won’t mind.

“We got to Matt’s car to go to a big box, conservative leaning, home improvement chain, only to find this mess.”

(link)

Found on 24th and Folson:

Tonight’s edition of Literary Death Match features guest judge Eve Batey, editor and publisher of the SF Appeal.

Eve was an early supporter of Mission Mission, and she’s been instrumental in its continued success, providing us with lots of free advice, journalism lessons, legal counsel, and a shoulder to cry on when times got tough. Thanks forever for everything, Eve.

She’s also got a mouth on her you wouldn’t believe, and a fiery temper to match. And poor impulse control. So it’ll be fun to see her on stage, ripping some poor poet to shreds.

The fun starts early: 6:30PM at Elbo Room, $5.

Photo by Sarah Hromack.

Previously:

Bright Lights at the Elbo Room

Interview with LDM’s Todd Zuniga

LDM at Amnesia

Rear Adm. Monteiro, on the weather:

Hot days like this make me wish I lived somewhere like NYC where fat people feel shame.

Might the Admiral have been in Dolores yesterday? Link.

Thanks, Plug1!

In the comments thread of another post, a guy named Dave who apparently REALLY loves the ’90s turned a discussion about graffiti into an argument about whether or not this current decade is the worst decade:

Seriously, the 00s have got to be the worst decade in modern pop cultural history. From reality TV to what passes for music on the Billboard Top 100, to those geek pillow fights, to “deejays” displacing real musicians, and ultimately to these low rent dorks flying around the world to tag buildings and take the pictures home to show off with.

Starts here, but he goes on to impugn Amy and Kelly and the entirety of an era that I pretty much just love.

I mean, Back to Black, Sounds of Silver, Blood Visions, Discovery, Love & Theft, Is This It, Wedding Crashers, Ghost World, YouTube, Christian Bale, Do’s and Don’ts, The Sopranos, Zooey Deschanel, East Bound & Down — I can’t remember anything in the ’90s as good as any of that. Plus, that was just off the top of my head. This decade rules.

He might be right about the geek pillow fights though.

A couple weeks ago I sat down with Broke-Ass Stuart and Monica the Intern (his intern) at Homestead. Mostly we ate a ton of peanuts and pondered the travails of the working girl across the street from the bar.

At some point, I was able to wrangle an interview out of the situation, and today you can read it on Decider. In it, we learn why a guy still employed as a busboy (or waiter or whatever) needs an intern. Also, bodily functions. Link.

Oh and he has a ponytail coming out of his chin of bone. SF Citizen has this and lots more Cesar Chavez Parade pictures right here.

Bender’s has this arcade game called Bags in which you’re a competitive beanbag tosser and you get six innings in which to try to get your bags in the hole. You operate your onscreen self using a trackball.

Bags!