Haven’t you seen this lady selling “green buds” on Haight St.? Always wanted to go to a musical, but could never really afford it? Don’t miss your chance to see a hilarious performance about life in San Francisco for half-price this weekend only! Back by popular demand after its three

Betcha didn’t know that there’s another Rye (House) in town that ISN’T the one in Williamsburg! Rye HOUSE is, in fact, sort of near the Union Square area of Manhattan, and is one of those gastropubs. I know what you’re thinking, ohhhhh those places are so overpriced and whatnot. But

Depending on your generation, Michael Showalter can mean different things. For those of us old enough to remember anti-establishment MTV, you may remember him bringing youthful, Monty-Python-style frenetic sketch comedy in The State. Then there are those who will best remember him as the sincere Coop from Wet Hot American

Today I was feeling nostalgic for the good old days when I first moved to San Francisco and would go to the Bar on Castro’s Monday $.80 drink night, like, every week (the perks of working from home, right?!).  Since then, the Bar on Castro has moved to Church &

I think the word “rockstar” is grossly overused.  I mean who really wants to be a rockstar anymore anyways.  To me the word conjures images of cocaine problems, lycra bodysuits, eyeliner and whiskey dick.  Or wait, maybe I’m just thinking of David Lee Roth. Anyways, if you do categorize yourself

I never got into Strangers with Candy. In the first episode I watched, someone cooked Jerri’s pet chicken and it bugged me out. So I didn’t really start liking Amy Sedaris until I bought her book I like You, Hospitality Under the Influence with instructions and recipes for throwing parties

So remember seventh grade and the most awesome song on the radio and in the world at large was “Semi-Charmed Life” by Third Eye Blind, even though all the lyrics minus the chorus were basically unintelligible jibberish?  But that catchy, catchy hook, man!  And truth be told, “Jumper” and “How’s

You know that huge herd of bicyclists take over streets every month, ringing their little high-pitched bells at you to get out of the crosswalk when it’s not your turn to walk and looking like a PG version of the Hells Angels? I have always thought they were SO annoying…