As a proud owner of a book that explores “the enchanting world of kitty wigs,” I must say there are  few things in this world funnier than animals dressed up as humans…amiriteguyz? So that means that’s even fewer things funnier than animals dressed up as humans in a mocking way.

  Being broke is so much easier when you’re sharing your poverty with someone else. But pinching pennies doesn’t have to suck the romance out of your relationship. All you need is a good sense of humor and quite an imagination. Here’s one way to spice up your bohemian relationship:

Usually I ask a bunch of broke-ass musicians to give you advice on how to become a musician. Stupid. The blind leading the blind. (I just mistyped blind as “bling.” If only it were the bling leading the bling). Today I talk to someone who actually made good on his

Did that get your attention? Now that you’re here, this is the real scoop: Writer Sheila McClear is going to talk about her book titled The Last of the Live Nude Girls tonight at The Booksmith. Sorry about the bait and switch. In the book, McClear tells us about her

Hey, ladies– wanna cruise for hot skater guys in Hawaiian shirts while sipping (read: chugging) some beer and watching awesome bands, all for FREE?  Or maybe you’re a Big Man and jonesing to partake in the last two activities, sans the skater babe-watching?  If so, head on over to House

Welcome back! It’s been a little over a week since I went insane and quit my job with nothing else lined up, and my unemployment adventure continues. As promised, I’ll let you in on my musings and lessons learned this week: Your friends love you. Folks have come out of

The other night I was hanging out with my 21-year-old intern that seriously brought me back to the good old days – when what you drank didn’t matter, it was the quantity that counts. The type of night when two people can devour an 18-pack of Tecate in a couple

This Sunday, you can pretend you’re down home in Mississippi again — barefoot in the sunshine by the river, barbeque sauce all over yer smilin’ face, strummin’ a gee-tar an’ tappin’ yer toe. Wait, what’s that? You’re from Connecticut, and you don’t know how to play, or eat? That’s alright!