— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
530pm on a Tuesday (Seriously?). Multiple people stabbed. Allegedly a mother was stabbed repeatedly in the face in front of her child. Allegedly gang-related. Must have been at least half of the on-duty Mission Station police OTS.
Ridiculous amount of blood was coming out of her face and arm
Getting handcuffed
— By Laura B |
Their new guerilla advertising tactics, spotted at 24th & Mission. ABC, Zipcar!
— By Megan Allison |
In case you missed it:
— By Laura B |
If you’re in LA on Feb 27, your ass better be there for the world premiere. How long before they start playing it at The Red Vic? Oh also, word ots is that you can download this on sites that rhyme(ish) with tehbiratepay.borg. Party at your house, yall! You’re buying!
I just gotta cut and paste all this shit from the site because it’s too good:
BIRDEMIC, described by Nguyen as a romantic thriller, is a horror/action/special-effects-driven love story about a young couple trapped in a small Northern California town under siege by homicidal birds. BIRDEMIC also tackles topical issues of global warming, avian flu, world peace, organic living, sexual promiscuity and lavatory access.
Nguyen, a 42-year-old Vietnamese refugee, wrote, cast and shot the film over the course of four years using salary from his day job as a mid-level software salesman in Silicon Valley. The film pays homage to Hitchcocks THE BIRDS via location shooting in Mission Bay, California, as well as an appearance by star of THE BIRDS Tippi Hedren (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tippi_Hedren). When rejected for an official screening slot at Sundance, Nguyen spent eight days driving up and down the festivals nearby streets in a van covered with fake birds, frozen blood and BIRDEMIC posters, while loudspeakers blared the sounds of eagle attacks and human screams. The tactic caught the attention of festival organizers, filmgoers and local police, as well as executives from Severin Films. Severins executives walked into a screening, took one look at Nguyens masterwork, and immediately locked up BIRDEMICs worldwide rights for the next twenty years. Discussions are currently underway for Severin to add an additional thirty years to the initial agreement.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Shamiq from 212 hips us to this video flyer:
Considering all the epic crap I’ve watched on YouTube over the years, I can safely say that this is one of the best things I’ve ever watched. Even better than that Avatar shit. Goddamn, they’ll cook you pizza in a trailer while you have sex on rented sheets. Honestly, I’ve become bored by the nighttime offerings of the Mission District. Big Pimpin’ in the Mission Bar jukebox will only take your Monday night sideshow so far. With that in mind…
Attention bar owners: pay these guys to DJ at your bar once a week; it’s the necessary prison-shiv in the kidney this neighborhood needs.
— By Kate Horton |
EDITOR’S NOTE: Serg posted this already (like, 10 seconds prior). Normally we would delete the second entry, but this shit is so awesome it deserves a second look.
— By Serg |
AC Transit isn’t that awesome but a shirt that say I AM A MOTHERFUCKER on a 65 year old man fucking is.
— By Laura B |
Where’s the symphony of ducks when I need it? Someone shoulda thrown her a glitter wand.
The best Olympics figure skating blog is run by a local blogger and it’s on motherfucking live journal. BOW DOWN.
— By Kate Horton |
Annual Valentine’s Day Flash Mob Pillow Fight is in full effect! More photos to come!*
*Depends on the 3G service, really, and the quality of the cell phone pics taken by my contacts (drunk friends) who are knee-deep in hell down there right now. But yeah, when it comes to Drunk Group Activities, I am your Go To Girl for pics…maybe, soon, possibly, no promises, ok? YAY PILLOW FIGHTS!
*UPDATE*
The shitty cell phone photos have begun to roll in, slooooowly. Hey, at least they’re not shitty bathroom graffiti photos, amirite? Hello??
— By Laura B |
Fuck Somecards, ever since they started making you login to send shit it was sayanora, suckers! Now I give and get exclusively from Jesus and the GOP. The great thing about these GOP Valentines is that half of them don’t even make sense. I mean grammatical sense. We all know I’m loosey goosey with the grammer but i’m not sending this shit out on a greeting card, okay?
Thanks for the love, Maria!