Wine culture is honestly something that Two-Buck Chuck-swiggin’ simpleton like me just doesn’t understand, but I sure am willing to learn!  Especially when said wine is FREE.  For this reason, you can pretty much count on finding me slurring my words while clutching the shit out of a wine glass

“I think the underlying notion that we should be making decisions on behalf of women for their health care decisions, or qualifying forcible rape versus non-forcible rape, I think those are broader issues, and that is a significant difference in approach between me and the other party.” – Barack Obama

I’ve been known to fancy films that are dark. Dark humor, yes. But, also those that have a dark cast to their cinematography from the natural surroundings of the locations, or the usage of digital color correction that gave O Brother, Where Art Thou?  its sepia-tinted tones that gave the viewer

According to the love of my life, Wikipedia, a sensory deprivation tank is a “lightless, soundproof tank inside which subjects float in salt water at skin temperature.”  Once again, that sly bastard is right. I now know from experience due to a recent trip to the one on my block.

Every once in a great while an epic party happens that I can’t be at. I know, it’s rare, and I regret to say it because I hate missing epic parties. But this one seems to fit the bill and I’m in Los Angeles. Not only are Flosstradamus and Riff

Life is intense. The sun is always too bright. The streets are always too dirty. Your friends are always too dull. Your girlfriend is always wearing those horrible pants you hate. At some point over the past million years or so of facing these realities, Man thought to himself: “Why

One of my very favorite places in Oakland to enjoy a pint has recently closed due to a kitchen fire. I’m not sure when re-opening is due to happen, but I hope it’s quick and relatively painless for those who run this wonderful establishment. Located on Telegraph Ave. in Oakland