It’s pretty simple logic: two separate awesome things become more awesome when combined. Examples: tubbed frosting spread on a graham cracker, cross-breeds of dogs, puppets and the Talking Heads, etc. Sinking Ship Productions has nailed the later combination for their eighth installment of Puppet Playlist. Puppet Playlist is bi-monthly show

Here is a thing I find disturbing – apparently, due to a bad breakup, Tim Gunn has been celibate for like, 20 years. I know this not because Tim Gunn and I are BFFs, as we ought to be, but because he wrote it in his new book, Tim Gunn:

Winter would be easier if we were all bears, because then we could sleep away several months. Instead, we humans have to find ways to entertain ourselves to avoid winter madness, like watching the entire series of Arrested Development in a three-week span, reading the books we’ve been carrying around

Thank god my phone is never handy when any of these air on TV, because otherwise my apartment would literally be full of infomercial purchases. My path toward acquiring this crap is always the same. I start out skeptical. I find the product, initially, worthless to society. ‘œWhy the hell

To save some of you the disappointment, first off, this guide is not intended for things like explosives or human kidneys. Far be it for me to favor one type of smuggling over another, but if you’re looking for help with either of those things, um, maybe you should instead

Every so often-usually after a long day when the office drank all but half a mug’s worth of the coffee and I’m just too tired to fight–someone will convince me to go to a bar in Midtown. I will often offer to buy brown bag booze for all involved to

Summer is almost over, and if you’re anything like me you’re panicking about every passing second that is not spent at the beach. Rockaway Beach is the most Broke-ass friendly of them all, in my opinion, because you don’t have to buy an LIRR ticket, so get out there. It’s

It’s hard to be a thrifty foodie who loves to cook in NYC. It’s especially hard when the cooking skills your parents passed down were more along the lines of “Go to Sam’s Club. Buy food. Go home. Stick whatever family-sized entree you bought at Sam’s Club into oven. Press