Whimsical Bullshit

Who Pooted is having a party tonight!!

I don't know if you got plans for tonight but Who Pooted is hosting the Mystikal show tonight and a lot of special guests have been INVITED! 

 

I wish I was lying, that name is goddamn amazing

JORTS: On Demand!

HEY KIDS! Guess what you won't be doing this weekend? That's right, going to Dolores Park!  In case you haven't noticed that it's raining outside because you've been hunkered down in your roommate's walk in closet for the last week clawing at the walls and coming down from last weekend's blocaine binge (BRO, THAT SHIT WAS TOTALLY METH'D OUT. NOT COOL.) I'm here to deliver the painful reminder.

On top of that, I'm here to rub in how amazingly glorious the two weekends prior were. In fact it was so nice out that cultural barriers were broken and new levels of Dolores Park fashion were achieved. I present to you, Jorts: ON DEMAND.

Not wanting to waste any material, the excess denim was then distributed and refashioned into headbands.

Denim chokers: the hot item for Spring 2k11?

The Summer of 2011 is Off to a Fine Start

Good ol' Mother Nature decided to do it up big yesterday and make for one helluva day in Dolores.  Tallboys were drank.  Gangster rap was blasted.  Local McNimbydouche walked his dog through The Park mean muggin' everybody enjoying themselves.  Plus:

Dogs in hoodies.

Cold Beer, Cold Water.

A dude with ice on his head.

Some crazy motherfucker that hot-boxed a blanket for two hours.

And, last but certainly not least, two bananas lugging around an 18 of Keystone Light.

Basically, the Summer before the renovations is setting up to be one rad year.

Your Grandmother's Attic on Loko: The SF Antique Mall

Have a spare $95 and a burning desire to freak out all future house guests?  This disturbed chicken carcass could be yours!

A few weeks ago, I was hipped to the fact that there's an antique and design mall on Bayshore and Industrial in the Bayview.  Admittedly, I don't venture south of Cesar Chavez too often, but the fact I've lived a 10 minute bike ride from such an giant treasure chest for the past three and a half years and never known about it blew me away.

I finally checked it out the other day and it's definitely a solid resource if you have to outfit a new apartment or squander an afternoon while your grandmother is in town.  The place is full of pretty much everything: paintings, old pictures, beer taps, cheap furniture, A GIANT FUCKING HORSE, a mansion bird cage, cataloged magazines, old 1980s TRON toys, Giants and 49ers memorabilia, swords that cost $40 (yes, swords), Michael Jackson dolls, books, shelves dedicated to porcelain frogs and pigs, old photography equipment… basically anything remotely interesting that you could expect to find at an antique mall.  However, what really stuck out to me was the quantity of old San Francisco photographs, paintings, and postcards in the place.  Almost all of them priced below $30.

Anyway, I ended up spending two hours in this place and barely saw half of it.  So if you're the type of person to get sucked into places like this, be warned.  In the mean time, I snapped some pics of some of the more interesting SF-related stuff I found (plus a few other random items for good measure):

Apparently 1910 tour buses were not the gimmicky diesel-burning “cable cars” we see driving across the bridge today.

One booth has thousands of magazines and indexed advertisements, incase you have been in the market for matted 1950's cigarette advertisements.

I'm not sure what exactly this means, other than it is $15 well spent/

However much this costs, it can't be enough.

The Golden Gate Bridge, etched into a case.  Undated.

It appears that coke breaks meant something entirely different in 1951.

Ah, problems of the past.

Photograph of the Bay Bridge, undated.

Sutro Baths and Cliff House, circa 1920.

Considering the sheer amount of Pabst, Hamm's and other various SF brewery memorabilia in this place, I cannot think of a better place to outfit a bar.

 

The SF-Oakland Ferry, circa 1880.  There were a few more pictures in this set from this period, including troops in the Presidio and a street scene in Chinatown.

What would you rather own: this gorgeous lamp or that painting of Lombard?

Photograph of the James Flood Building before the 1906 Earthquake.  Market & Powell.

A 1909 newspaper clipping of 24th and Diamond, Noe Valley.

A poster from 1959, back when Hamm's was brewed in SF. $5.00

Postcard of the California St. hill, circa 1905.

Willard the Wizard may have nothing to do with San Francisco, but he does have the one mighty mustache.

1906 Earthquake refugees in what is now the beginning of the Panhandle, at the Mckinley Statue.

And, like every good antique mall, the SF Antique Mall has a couple of friendly cats napping in the sunlight.

Merry Christmas From The Crazy Guitar Player of Valencia St.

Last night I had the pleasure of being in the general vicinity of Valencia's crazy guitar player.  You know who I'm talking about; he looks like Animal from the Muppets, stands in the doorway of the Social Security building at 22nd and Valencia, and yells about the sin of homosexuality while playing the guitar.  Anyway, I was sitting outside of Latin American Club discussing the difficulty of quitting drinking for 10 months.  Suddenly, he pops out of the neighboring laundromat screaming into the air, “I KNOW YOU ALL WANT TO KNOW WHAT A DIRTY HOBO IS DOING IN A LAUNDROMAT!  I'M JUST GETTING CLEAN.  I SMELL LIKE TIDE NOW!”

After listening to him ramble on for a few minutes, he made is way up to Valencia and we resumed our conversation.  “It's pretty easy to not drink, but most holidays are difficult.  Birthdays, Bay to Breakers, Boxing Day… everybody just assumes everyone is getting drunk.  The Fourth of July is the worst…”

Now the hobo Muppet had to have been a solid 20 feet away at this point, but he abruptly turned around, approached the table across the way from us, and started yelling hysterically: “THIS ISN'T THE FOURTH OF JULY, IT'S THANKSGIVING!”

Ears like a bat.

Still Need a Christmas Tree?

Reyhan over at The Bay Citizen hips us to the outdoor cardboard xmas tree lot on 24th:

A few weeks ago, I came upon an odd sight on 24th Street: a small Christmas tree lot, on the sidewalk, outside a clothing boutique. The trees were fanned out like any other lot, except there were no green branches. The trees were made of recycled cardboard and cut by machines relying on solar power.

It turned out they were the work of Hanna Sitzer, a local artist and set designer. At the time, she had mentioned that people keep sending her pictures of their fully decorated trees. The one sitting in my living room remains bare, but there's always next year.

Hanna leaves the trees intentionally blank so you can decorate them yourself (like hanging ornaments, only with art supplies that get you high!).  Unfortunately the tree lot is now closed, but you can still run into Wonderland (24th @ Alabama) to snag a tree for yourself.

(Interview and more pics of decorated trees/kids with fake mustaches over at The Bay Citizen)

Duboce Ave. Inkblot Test

This demon hellbeast of a inkblot test is painted on a wall at Duboce and Valencia.  And who doesn't love a good psychological test (unless it's hosted on TheSpark.com)?

To identify this object, we put some of Uptown Almanac's best minds on it.  Here's the shortlist of what we came up with:

  • A Nazi eagle with goofy eyes and a penis on his arm
  • An unholy hybrid of an eagle and an octopus
  • Whoopi Goldberg
  • The child of a bat and a human, wearing a Klansman's robes being crucified
  • Paint on a wall, likely covering up graffiti.  With a penis on it.

Any psychologists out there care to evaluate these warm and cheerful responses?

(photo by ElizaIO)

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