Heyo – the DIY Diva here!  Let’s just cut right to the Christmas-chase here… holiday parties are a fuckload of what is awesome about the holiday season. When one is a broke-ass it is quite tempting (or practical) to put an ixnay-on-the-artaypay in an effort to save money. It is

CRAFTERMATH This traveling, rogue punk craft brigade makes all of its crafts out of unusual materials (such as tampons, I heart NYC condoms, customized rape whistles, tiny subversive paintings, punk felt ornaments, and more). They’re having a craft party and show featuring home made crafts, indie gifts priced right, (no

That slick bastard “the holiday season” has snuck up on us again meaning it’s time for you to start shelling out some dough for the ones you love. Well guess what? Even if you’ve failed miserably in previous years, this year you can finally get your peeps the perfect present.

There’s pretty much nothing funny about the holidays.  The period of time that you looked forward to so feverishly as a young person–when it was about holiday cookies and decorations and presents and The Grinch–has you stressed out about travel, family stress, gift buying and everything else. Take a break

I don’t know whether it’s a desire born out of boredom or a sort of premeditated “social Tourette’s”, but I have this thing where in situations where am I anything but completely and utterly comfortable I think to myself “What would be the worst, weirdest, most offensive thing I could

The fine people at the San Francisco Bay Guardian have asked me to extend and invite to my dear readers (that means you dummy) for this excellent sounding event tonight. 20th Century Boys is a stirring action film based on the smash hit manga comic by Naoki Urasawa.  I don’t

I wasn’t in San Francisco during the dot com bubble but I heard there were FREE parties almost every night where you could eat and drink to your hearts content.  All the stories I’ve hear make it sound like it was pretty ridiculous and that’s exactly how I feel about

Having grown up in the Golden West for most of my life, the prospect of today’s Underground Farmer’s Market, brought to us by ForageSF sounds as captivating as it does terrifying. On one hand you hear nightmarish stories every few years, of ‘œwell-seasoned’ pros and inexperienced hippies alike dying from