A few years ago, “crafting” was probably more widely associated with crazy women hand-painting wooden signs to say “Spoiled Rotten Akita Lives Here” or cross-stitching pillows with pictures of birds hugging crying kittens. But with the rise of DIY culture, crafting has turned into something hipper, with people making cross-stitches

I am clumsy as shit. I’ve gotten stitches on three separate occasions, each time in my face. This Halloween, I slipped down some stairs and got a bruise on my ass the size and color of Jupiter’s Great Red Spot, after spraining my ankle the previous week. I’m the kind

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

Remember phone booths? Remember the song “Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in my Hand?” It was the only hit for Primitive Radio Gods back in the late 90s, but one of the better calm, pianoy songs from the decade. John Nolan from Taking Back Sunday recorded a

You wouldn’t want to get stuck standing behind Reggie Watts at a concert, his hair is too big to see over. But he’s exactly the kind of performer you want to see up on the stage, with his crazy fro bouncing along with his beatbox. Reggie Watts is part comedian,

My stomach has always been a pissy little bitch, and it keeps getting more intolerant as I get older. I can’t eat cake for breakfast like I could when I was 19. The magical combination of grease and salt in bad Chinese food makes me feel like I’m growing a

As a zen-like way of letting out some rage, my roommate and I took turns throwing an avocado into the air and trying to slice it with a saw. Then he taped a target to the bathroom door, and we spent a half an hour shooting our staple guns at

Have you ever woken up and thought: “Damn, I really wish I understood what is was like to be a hunter-gatherer, but the closet thing I can do in New York is dumpster diving. Or foraging through a park, but I don’t feel like fighting pigeons and ferrel cats over

You probably have an umbrella that you’re keeping out of spite. It popped backwards the first time it was in a wind gust, and you keep using it because you can’t bring yourself to buy a new one. Stop using that shitty umbrella to protect you from the elements, and