OK, fine. It didn’t ruin my life. But seriously. It kind of did. I have been cursed with a love/hate relationship with the songs of my Zima drinking, shoulder pad wearing elders who loved them some artists like Richard Marx and the Tony Rich Project. Here are the worst offenders

Lately, I get the feeling that I’ve forgotten something pretty much every time I leave the house, which means I am constantly patting myself down to ensure that I have my keys, my Clipper card, my sunglasses, my gloves, and the various cell phones that I’m testing for work. So,

There was a time… A time before Chevy Chase turned into a dildo. A time before Randy Quaid went totally off his balls. A time when Beverly D’Angelo was still a fox. A time when wholesome families all over America parked their station wagons in the garage on a snowy

                    A typical sight at Brothers Restaurant   One Tuesday evening, I accompanied one of my roommates to an Irish bar on Geary Street in the Inner Richmond.  Fifth and Geary, to be precise.  I like the Inner Richmond; with the

I hate feeling smothered. I detest the feeling of someone literally breathing down my neck. But most of all, I despise sharing the same pole on the train, because sooner or later that moment is going to arrive when someone’s hand slips and touches mine. Get the fuck away from

Cutting bangs seems like a good idea at the time. Then, the inevitable happens: you absolutely hate them. This predicament happens time and time again when girls decide to take the plunge and cut their bangs. Whether you’re trying to repair a recent haircut or have decided to say goodbye

That’s right, you heard our favorite word. FREE, FREE, FREE stuff tonight for the taking at FREE Gift Shop! The event is put on by swap/meet SF and Free Utopian Projects. Tonight, December 14th from 6-9 p.m., come down to FoodLab on Market Street. The place will be transformed into