A chart that asks you how lazy you’d like to be, and then points you to the service that will empower that laziness with home delivery.  Too lazy to get your own drugs? There’s a service for that, too lazy to call your Mom?  There’s a ser…wait sorry no

The bar in question is officially called Specs’ Twelve Adler Museum Cafe, but everyone just calls it Specs’. I don’t recall exactly when I first discovered the joint but I’ve been a regular ever since. To the uninitiated, visiting Specs’ is like walking into a Tom Waits song.

 In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time. In recent weeks, I had an interaction with City Hall

Ah, the hanky: Our community’s polychromatic tradition of flagging the way we like to fuck. Being a perv and a nerd, I’m obviously a fan, with it’s origins supposedly going back in the mists of time to square dances full of randy forty-niners and wayward sailors out for a hot

  The ‘Comedian You Should Know’ series highlights funny people performing in San Francisco. We’d simply like to give some dedicated press to people who make us laugh.  Rory Scovel is making everyone laugh lately, his material and delivery feels fresh and original and he is at SF’s own Punchline June

  Before he was Saint Morrissey (long before Mark Simpson) to the cholos y cholas of Southern California – I’m looking at you Stephanie Flores – Morrissey was the dreamy and lethargic lead singer of the Smiths; arguably the most important indie band in Britain during the ’80s. Morrissey’s theatrical crooning

Happy Tuesday, Broke-Asses! Given the seriousness of today’s question, let me start today with an amusing story: Once upon a time, I lived in San Francisco and was fun. I had lots of friends and a cool job and expendable income and an active social life and was always out