A few months or weeks or years or something ago, I wrote a post about some funny ladies of comedy who just don’t get the love they deserve.  At the time I knew, knew, that there was someone amazing, brilliant and hilarious times infinity million that I was forgetting about. 

The other day, via a G-chat conversation, Ashley and I discovered a place in lower Manhattan called Fraunces Tavern, a 3-story brick restaurant with various dining rooms mainly used for what I can only assume to be Colonial-themed occasions, as it’s a historical landmark, of sorts, as it was a

In the second installment of the bus etiquette series we’re going to cover quite a bit. We’ll laugh, we’ll cry, we’ll discover our bodies. I hope you’re ready for this adventure. I know I am. 1. Greet the bus driver. Turns out that’s not a robot driving the bus, it’s

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

As the title of this post suggests, Gotham City Lounge is a fucking great bar. It’s cheap. It’s genuinely divey. It’s got a pool table. It’s right under the Central Ave. M train stop (and within walking distance of the Myrtle Ave.-Broadway J stop). It has great atmosphere. This truly

You already know how I feel about libraries.  But here is something even more miraculous.  The Bay Area FREE Book Exchange in El Cerrito (North of Berkeley) is a cooperative run by local booksellers/booklovers.  It is literally a ‘œstore’ full of FREE books.  Whenever I’m in a store and an

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remember a kinder, gentler, funkier time when there was an entire network devoted to playing awesome new music videos. Men named Pinfield and women named Idalis would introduce block after block of original music videos from various genres interspersed with interviews with musicians and video