Posts Tagged ‘24th’

Neighbors are dicks

December 13, 2011

The Elvis/Prince/Dolly house has officially burned down.  Last week there was a dangerous fire in the top flat of a building that did not contain working fire alarms.  It left two people in critical condition.  This sign was placed outside the building the day after the fire:

Hey Kids "Don't play with matches"

Pointy tongues are the worst

Levity in the face of tragedy?  Hogwash.  This sign is heartless and crude and should not be tolerated in a civilized society.  Not only that, it is just plain rude.  Downstairs neighbors, you should be ashamed of yourselves.

If you’re feeling charitable, head on over to the donation site and join the trio of donors to this very worthy cause.

wecaused.it/24thstreetfire

If you feel like the correct response is combining alcohol and smoking instead, the victims are having a benefit this week Thursday December 15th at El Rio.  The event will go until 4:30am to memorialize the two week anniversary of this fire.

The Great Straw Debate

April 12, 2011

As some of you may have noticed, the St. Francis Fountain have changed their straws.  Gone are the halcyon days of the neighborhood favorite paper barbershop straws.  Instead we get plastic ones in soulless blue and clear.

Old straws: melt in your mouth

New straws: do not melt in your mouth (bad)

So maybe you can actually get through a milkshake in under 3 straws (5 if you’re wet-of-lip), but who cares?  What really matters in an establishment of this type is the old timey feel.  When I go to The Fountain, I want an experience.  I want to feel like I’m stepping into the 1950s, a whole world of nostalgia I never lived through.  This whole a plastic straw thing, that just ruins the illusion.  I think I’m not alone on this one.

What do you think, The Mish?

“Same Name, Same Mission”, or “PBR on a wire”

March 28, 2011

Ok, it's the same name, but now it's IRONIC. Or is it......

Hi everyone.  It’s been a year or so since we started this blog.  We were feeling a little blasé about it.   For the first time in a while I saw something vaguely blog-worthy, so we decided to kickstart the blog back into motion.  It should have been a tumblr from the beginning, but whatever, here it goes.

I was walking along 24th all hum-dee-dum this morn waiting for something interesting to happen and ran into the following:

Don't you try to trap me, yo. I know where you live.

PBR on a wire.  Probably connected to some sort of Rube Goldberg machine inside the building above causing a chain of events leading to a robot giving a dude in the bathroom of the attic a tattoo of Miley Cyrus in bondage gear.  Kind of weak if you ask me.  What kind of self-respecting missionite is going to jump up in the air for a PBR unless the streets are empty and someone’s snapping black and white photos from an angle that makes them look like they’re skybound?  And plus, everybody knows that it’s Old Milwaukee cans now.  Psshaw.


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