The holidays have officially passed, and New Year’s Eve is just a few days away.  You know what that means– it’s almost 2012.  2012– the year that The World As We Know It is supposed to end, according to the Mayan calendar.  2012– the year that we’ll apparently be punished

I’m not going to do a big intro. I like to let comedians speak for themselves. Because I don’t want to write a slightly funny intro and then have my thunder stolen with a hilarious interview. Rude. So I’m going to be the bigger person and do nothing even though

Sometimes I really like a band and decide to interview them. When it’s for SFGate, I’m required to be somewhat ladylike. When it’s for Brokeass, I’m required (allowed) to be slightly more irreverent. Thus I have to find ways of making fun of the band, just a little. Some bands

I’ve been conducting Broke-Ass Band Interviews for a while. This is my first Broke-Ass Comedian Interview. Way better. I seriously almost pissed myself while reading the responses that I got from Emily Heller, local San Francisco comedienne extraordinaire. She makes musicians like me wary of ever even attempting to be

The competition’s stiff out there for street vendors.  Everyone knows that the cuter the name of the truck or cart, the more attention the food is bound to get.  This is how we ended up with the likes of Curry Up Now and the Chairman Bao bun truck, both pretty funny

Tis the season for humiliation. Only once a year do you get to break out the matching sweaters, glow-bulb earrings and other family props for the annual Christmas card. Luckily my family wasn’t one for Sears-style portrait sessions, but now I’m a little sad I don’t have any to look

Many Asian cuisines are represented to the point of congestion in this city. It’s hard to walk three blocks in most neighborhoods without tripping over falafel, sushi, or pad thai. However, Asia’s a big place- seriously, look it up on a map sometime. If you’re feeling saucy and adventurous but

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, or on a Scientology retreat, you’ve probably heard about the Twitter site Shit My Dad Says.  Or maybe you’ve been assaulted by William Shatner’s face on your morning commute like I have. Either way, there’s no way avoiding this blog-to-book-to-TV-show marketing showboat. While