Today is one of those days where you wake up and curse science for slacking on cloning technology.  Three choices for Grade A Shite.  There are actually infinitie choices for Grade A Shite on almost any night here, but to make my job easier I’ll only catalogue three.  I

As Homer Simpson once asked, are you ready to laugh?  For FREE?  And with beer, no less??   Well, look no further than The Ground Williams show, a twice-monthly FREE comedy series at the awesome Legion Bar, one block past the Graham L stop in Williamsburg.  It’s hosted by two

This show demands a day’s notice because you probably already have brunch plans followed by remote control cars in the park for today.  Plus, it’s friggin David Byrne for free.  Somehow this concert for the Celebrate Brooklyn concert series isn’t a fundraiser and isn’t some no name band.  Oh, what’s

  What is the difference between a stripper and a cabaret dancer?  About 30 lbs.  At least, so goes the stand-up joke.  Annnyway, there is so much free stuff going on today and tomorrow it seemed difficult to choose based on pure merit, so I took into consideration a little

The best doughnut related thing that comes to mind right now is a line from Vonnegut’s “Slapstick“, which he uses when someone not related to him in a newly devised artificial family structure for society asks him for help:  “Why don’t you take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut!” 

              Thursday, with its alliterative potential, sometimes acts like a time machine transporting us back to those college years where you were celebrating the arduous task of nearly completing a hard week; 4 days of getting up late for the 10 o’clock History of Racial Thought and eating at the cafeteria’s late-night

Karaoke has absolutely no special place in my heart.  I tried to sing once in Rock Band or Guitar Hero and it was abysmal.  Seems appropriate then that a catering company hasn’t been booking me for gigs because their caffeine jacked, overly tanned, San Diegan only wanted his floor crew

There is a bar in the East Village that diligently carries the torch that so many others have let extinguish, where  kinda transient, tatoooed patron types collect their paltry earnings and hand them over in exchange for cheap shots, or better yet, glory. Cheap Shots is one of those simple,