I like a lot of things that have come from Montreal.  There’s Cirque du Soleil, poutine, Steven Pinker, and now techno robot exoskeletons.   I know what you’re asking yourself right now, “are these the product of a secret Canadian Space Force project, sent here to make Americans more polite?”  The

Somedays there isn’t a whole lot to smile about, but on other days, when activists get the better of things, we get to smile a bit. This week Trump addressed a crowd of Republican student activists at a ‘Turning Point USA‘ event.  Turning Point is a political action non-profit for

There’s no real theme here, it’s just photos from the 1960’s taken in San Francisco.  We found them on a random blog that had no author, gave no photo credits or explanations.  So if you know who took any of these photos drop us a line in the comments. Here

The Lord Weird Slough Feg‘, whose name is derived from a character in ancient Irish mythology, originates from Central Pennsylvania.  The band relocated to San Francisco, California in 1990 in hopes of resurrecting the ailing ‘true metal’ scene in the United States. The band quickly gained a reputation by taking a

Emo Philips is described by Jay Leno as “the best joke writer in America,” and considered by many, including “Weird Al” Yankovic, as one of the funniest people on the planet. Emo Philips has performed over 6000 times throughout the English-speaking world (including a multi-week run at the Playhouse Theater

The Punch Line Comedy Club not only avoided getting kicked out this August, but they also scored a multi-year lease and legacy business status on Monday.  North Beach Supervisor Aaron Peskin told the press, “The city and the comic community were serious when we said that displacement wasn’t a laughing

August may be the month of summer’s dog days.  Lazing in the sun may seem preferable to being in a darkened theater.  But some of the offbeat films coming in the next few weeks might very well inspire re-thinking of that position.  The coming weeks sees a drag queen pageant

After the sun goes down in San Francisco, Karl the Fog is King. His billowing presence sets a mood in the City by the Bay, one that lurks over every person and every footstep that hits its streets.