Farewell and good riddance to San Francisco’s most insufferable complainy-pants newspaper columnist C.W. Nevius, whose “Get off my lawn” diatribes for some reason have been published by the San Francisco Chronicle for the last 36 years. Nevius announced he was leaving the Chronicle this week, and we slam the door behind

Halloween is almost here and many of you are starting to think about costume ideas. If you’re broke, enjoy puns, or if you’re simply a very lazy person, here are some incredible DIY, last minute costume ideas to run with. Enjoy responsibly.

GUEST POST By:  Satan, Prince Of Darkness Puny humans! My Antichrist is revealed in a recent FiveThirtyEight “polls-plus” forecast. As you can plainly see above from a recent FiveThirtyEight forecast, My great false messiah is revealed to be your Democratic Presidential candidate Hillary Clinton, thus ensuring her complete victory over

*Warning.  This post is satire.  It lampoons the past behavior of idiots who’ve disrespected our city by destroying things in times of celebration. It also acknowledges the fact that the SF Giants have been the absolute best team in baseball in the last decade.  Go Giants!  And now back to the list of things

Pumpkin Spice, you know as well as I do that I am no longer a teenager. While I have not mended all of my ways, some of my tastes have changed

Many of you will find your friends at the Folsom Street Fair because you texted them. Some of you will have sex with your friends at the Folsom Street Fair because you texted them. We scrolled through to find the best sexually explicit emoji so you can text, FB or Insta

If you haven’t watched the “Between Two Ferns” series with interviewer Zach Galifianakis, you’re missing out on perhaps the funniest albiet most awkward interview formats ever filmed.  Zack interviews nearly every A list actor at the Oscars one year, he f*cks with the biggest popstars like Justin Beiber and even the leader

The tent was situated in the middle of a huge empty lot, no signs or reassurance that I wasn’t  about to walk into some American Horror Story scenario.  I started the night of the Bohemian Carnival’s 10 year anniversary party rolling around the deserted industrial bay coast of Alameda until I