It seems like we’ve been living in the ‘œpost’ era for some time now.  Post-rock, post-sarcasm, people have even gone so far as to mention that we might be post-racism.  (Though I know a lot of us would strongly disagree.)  Anyway, tonight you’re invited to a Postpunk Anti-Prom.  Or Not

I’m really excited for two very different things happening tomorrow… 1. Daria comes out on DVD. If you were a fan of the show, you have also been waiting for eight years for the DVD box set. I would like to point out that you can order the Bachelor Finale

Birthday parties as a kid were the best. You got wolf down ice cream while presents were shuffled past you and if you acted like a brat you got put in time out. It was all very democratic. I distinctly remember go down a slide that extended out of the

I can’t help but think about my grandfather when I hear the name Farmer Brown.  Though he’s been retired for a long time, he was a dairy farmer in the El Paso, TX area for decades.  Since his name is Bob Brown, he was of course, Farmer Brown. But anyways,

Have you ever had the desire to to roll around San Francisco in a big school bus drinking beer and ransacking local bars?  If so, June 11th is your lucky day.  My buddy Ken planned out the original pub crawl after blacking out from a night of attempting to hit

Pete’s is really one of my favourite kinds of restaurants.  One, because it old, worn and still run by a family.  Two, because they have delicious chickies.  I don’t mean girls in tight sweaters, but I’ve seen them there too. I don’t know why, but I lose all semblance of

The very first I was ever really drunk-drunk, I was sixteen and in Monte Carlo for one day. I had a margarita at a shitty tourist sidewalk cafe and thought it was the best thing I’d ever tasted. In reality it probably tasted terrible, but getting drunk for the first

You know what’s the best?  When you’re either so set on someone, you can’t stop thinking about them and how right it all feels, or when you’re not really stuck on anyone in particular to the degree that you’re not even thinking of anyone from your past. Either way, there’s