Mission Mission

(Thanks for the pics, Jessica!)

Local bug hunter David Enos reports on this season’s particularly wicked strain of mosquito:

The mosquitoes have been out of control this year, worst in town since 2007.  I used to be an expert – I could jump directly up to the ceiling with an open palm and they’d be dead before they could move.  I can never seem to find them anymore.  I circle the bed in my undershirt like someone’s insane father.  A lady tries to pull the comforter up enough to block all the harsh overhead lights I’ve turned on.  I give up.  We both wake with bites everywhere, on jawlines, foreheads, insides of the wrists.  I finally found one, a few days ago, behind boxes in the hallway.  It was mid-day and he did not expect to be caught.  Smashed into blood, our blood, like a vampire in the basement. [link]

Congrats on your kill, David. But yeah, they’re intense this year, right?

UPDATE: OH SHIT

[via Tara Rosemary]

Some advice from local thirtysomething The Fogbender:

you’re in your 20’s.  you realize you don’t care about shit as much as you used to.  it makes you feel uneasy for a while because you still kind of care about people caring about you not caring.  but once you stop caring about not caring, it gets better. [link]

It gets better!

[Photo by Devon Chulick]

Global warming, am I right?? Seven more glorious shots, plus credits, after the jump: (more…)

You know him, you love him. And in case you don’t, Mission local Meesha explains:

I really like this guy. Rolls by on his Segway daily blasting some of the best low rider oldie jams on the daily. Today was particularly special, as he had a poodle tucked under his arm whilst sucking on a lollipop! What a legend.

Read on for more striking visuals.

[via Burrito Justice on Tumblr]

If you’re sticking to the sidewalk, you may not have noticed them quite as much, but they’re tough to miss when you’re bicycling through the grimy streets of the Mission, as it behooves you to watch where you’re going lest you end up with a rat caught in your spokes and decapitated all over your unwashable jeans.  I mean, pigeons are notorious for not giving a fuck, but you can usually count on them to get out the way before getting squished, as seen in the highly-scientific video below:

My take on the situation?  Prius prevalence.  Without a loud, inefficient, gas-guzzling engine to warn of their approach, electric vehicles are difficult to detect before they get too close, unless you happen to see them directly.  Almost every pedestrian or cyclist has experienced that one time when you just assumed it was safe to cross the street or merge into a lane because you didn’t hear the whiny rumbling of an oncoming electric car, but luckily looked right before stepping into certain doom.

So think about that the next time you’re thinking of purchasing an electric car.  You may think you’re saving the environment, but you’re really pulverizing the poor pigeon population!

Spotted this kindly monster at Valencia at 20th, peddling his wares (mostly, jewelry made of animal horn) on a sunny afternoon.