So I’ve decided to start an advice column here on Broke-Ass Stuart’s Goddamn Website called Poor Advice.  Think of it as Dear Abby with a drinking problem.  Basically, this is where your questions get answered and nothing is taboo.  And generally speaking, the best piece of advice I can

  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

By the nature of our strange little micro-climate, San Francisco is not really an “outside” city.  Forecasters have all but given up on accurately predicting the each day’s weather, and every time you leave the house you must bring at least a couple layers, just in case.  That’s why when the weather

              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

It seems like Thursday keeps getting better!  I’ve already told you about the ill-ass party at Shotwell, but guess what else is happening?  Oh wait, you totally guessed The Divisidero Art Walk didn’t you?  That’s what I get for putting it in the title.  Well just pretend like you were surprised ok?

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

I read a ton of magazines. I read books too, I swear to God, but as absurd, elitist, and unrealistic as fashion magazines often are, I still love reading them.  On a basic level, it’s just brain candy;  beautiful girls in awesome clothes are fun to look at.  And I

If you remember, a few months back I hyped a Pacific Standard Time (PST) party that had FREE food from Farmer Brown and some live soul music at 330 Ritch.  It was a lot of fun and of course I was the first one in line to get some of