To say I’ve seen a lot of fucked up shit in San Francisco is like saying I sing Lady Gaga in the shower ‘” I rarely admit it but it totally happens. But for all of the really weird, brain bending and memory searing events that have taken place, there

I had a really great idea for a post the other day and was really looking forward to writing it.  “I’m gonna hunker down and really bang this out,” I thought to myself, packing the second bowl of the evening.  “Later. Not now, but later, that’s just what I’m gonna

Do you ever look at your closet and say to yourself, “Fuck, I hate everything in here.”  I know I do, and I also know that I can’t afford to buy a whole bunch of new shit to replace the things things I’m tired of.  One answer to this dilemma

San Francisco can be a cruel joke around this time of year.  Not that it’s lacking in hospitality or anything.  In fact, if you got nowhere to go, I can’t think of a better town to be stuck in.  San Franciscans love a party and any holiday is as good

Don’t you hate it when you forget to bring an example of a haircut/style you want to the hair salon, and every fucking magazine seems to somehow feature only the cold, dead eyes of any or all of the numerous Disney Channel gremlins starring in various vampire , high school

Copious amounts of booze? I’m listening. Sexy singles? Yes please. Huevos rancheros? Where do I sign? There are few things in life I’d consider better than brunch (like seeing that your ex has gained fifty pounds or the adorable face kids make when you tell them Santa isn’t real). But

You’ve probably never seen anything like Judgement Day before, they’re on some other shit.  They play “String Metal” a term they made up but which fits their sound perfectly.  They’re basically an instrumental Heavy Metal band where the only instruments are violin, cello and drums.  And I’ve got a long history