It’s Monday.  I’m assuming you don’t have any serious plans because, as I just stated it’s Monday.  So here’s what you should do tonight: come see me read at the Monthly Rumpus.  Then we can have drinks together.  It’s gonna be too much fun! Here is all the info straight

The Sunset is almost never a destination when it comes to nightlife, which is probably why places like the venerable Riptide are so fond of specials.  Not that they’re all that worried about drumming up business anyway, since their following is very loyal and pretty local. It’s touching nonetheless, that

When I was little, I was slightly horrified and confused when my grandma poured 7Up into our pancake batter. She just told me that it made the pancakes fluffier. And like most grandmas on food-related matters, she was right. (And she made them shaped like bunnies, so they were doubly

I was talking to a friend the other day about video rental places.  She marveled that they’re still around because of companies like Netflix, but I argued that there’s a certain charm in the routine of physically going into a movie place, browsing the shelves, and waiting for the moment

Events centered on canines always strike me as ludicrous, though, I’m not particularly fond of man’s ‘œbest’ friend I grant you. Unless, it was Goliath, of course, who seemed like an all right pup.  Then again, he could talk and give you advice. Anyway, if you like observing owners frothing

Look, you’re a big kid now and chances are if you’re reading this you probably work or have worked in the service industry in some capacity in the past, so I’m not going to tell you how much you should or shouldn’t tip at restaurants/bars/coffee shops/hot dog stands/car washes. (Ashley

It is exactly what it sounds like and this year they’re promising that it’s gonna be really fun.  In fact their actual claim is that it’s going to be “30% awesomer.” Not entirely positive that this is quantifiable statement, but the only way to find out is to head to

Swear to God: Last Sunday, His Holy Highness spoke to me through a piece of wheat toast onto which his face was burnt. He said, “Mr. Rox,” – the J-Man is very formal like that – “unless you want to get manhandled by a priest, you should stay in bed