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I’ve been friendly with Justin Bua for a number of years now.  We first met back when I lived above Caffe Pergolesi in Santa Cruz.  My buddy Sayre and I were in line to grab some kind of caffeinated beverage and we noticed that the guy in front of us was looking at

I was first introduced to Zeus through my boyfriend’s old roommate from Toronto. He always had friends passing though town, playing shows, crashing on the couch, his brother, Mike O’Brien, being the most frequent one. While everyone’s got those friends who always talk up their friend’s bands and so on,

NOTE: While the whole de-motivational poster thing has gotten a little lame, in honor of their more sincere/less funny ancestors, I will share some of my favorites with you here. Also, it should be known that I don’t like Dilbert comics. Working in an office sucks. Of course there are

The iPhone doesn’t come with insurance. Why is this? Because it is super susceptible to injury when dropped (and AT&T hates you). If you’re unlucky enough to be as clumsy as me (and too lazy/cheap/stupid to shell out for a fat, rubber case to protect the damn thing) the face

The Friday Nights at the de Young series, in which the museum stays open until 8:45pm and features tons of FREE activities, including films, music and DIY crafts, has always been a popular, classy way to kick off the weekend.  But at tonight’s edition, “Folk You!” sponsored by the SF

In case you couldn’t tell by the groups of people wearing Leprechaun hats and shiny green plastic beads with giant shamrocks, it’s St. Patrick’s Day. It’s one of the few minor holidays where you can close your eyes, spin in a circle while pointing, go into whichever bar you land

So they’re playing your song, eh?  What if, if fact, they, are playing your LIFE?  NEXT on Channel 7 News! But for realsies, there have always been, as long as I can remember, not only songs, but entire albums and even entire artist repertoires that I’ve associated with the ghosts

Before I let you in on the deets, let’s get something straight. I know you covet Monday nights. It’s no secret – mostly because you don’t hide it well (sort of like those 7th-grade bangs you butchered yourself but tried to blame on your Dad’s rogue Flowbee; yeah, we all