Oh, my poor suffering laptop. In the five years I’ve owned it I’ve drown it in Oolong, infected it with viruses, used it, abused it and neglected it like a guy who followed me home from a bar. However, unlike that guy, I still need to use my laptop. When

In case you haven’t noticed the pattern, pretty much any time there’s a major drinking holiday in the Bay Area our very responsible friends at Berg Injury Lawyers like to pay for your cab ride home. Even though I have no idea how this is at all profitable for them,

In case you couldn’t tell by the groups of people wearing Leprechaun hats and shiny green plastic beads with giant shamrocks, it’s St. Patrick’s Day. It’s one of the few minor holidays where you can close your eyes, spin in a circle while pointing, go into whichever bar you land

I have a strong premonition that you’ll be feeling the effects of St. Patrick’s Day Shitshow 2010 on Thursday morning while you’re getting ready for work, avoiding your ghastly reflection in the mirror at all costs and wondering what you should be more ashamed of:  the dangerously irresponsible amount of

The Depreciation Guild is set to release their sophomore album, ‘œSpirit Youth’, on May 18th.  Kurt Feldman answered a few questions about the band over email in front of their appearance in Austin at SXSW and their spring tour with Serena Maneesh.  The DG will be playing at Bottom of

How do I know spring has sprung? The son-of-a-bitch birds explode with an endless array of cheery chirps outside my window every God-forsaken morning. It’s like clockwork. An hour before my alarm goes off! And there’s one ballsy little fucker – a male cardinal, or as I like to call

Ever since I wrote about, and subsequently went to see, the Maurice Sendak exhibit at the Contemporary Jewish Museum, I’ve fallen in like with everything about that place.  I like the architecture, I like that it has cheap tickets ($5) every Thursday after 5pm, I like that it’s across the

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remember a kinder, gentler, funkier time when there was an entire network devoted to playing awesome new music videos. Men named Pinfield and women named Idalis would introduce block after block of original music videos from various genres interspersed with interviews with musicians and video