Moms are great, and in general, my mom holds very progressive views on all subjects with the exception of one: the need for me to get married. Every time it comes up, which in my opinion should be never, she becomes this weird, Pat Buchanan-type conservative telling me that my

SO, it’s almost the weekend and I bet you’re thinking, “Hrmm, what should I do this Saturday? Should I eat something? Should I drink something? Maybe I should listen to music? Or, gosh, should I help a good cause?” Well, guess what, you. YOU CAN DO ALL FOUR AT THE

I haven’t been to an actual movie theater since I saw “Toy Story 3,” which was way back in June.  I have, however, seen movies in the park and in bed on my iPhone (thanks to the awesome new-ish Netflix app).  Let’s face it:  Movies are pretty bad-ass wherever you

Watching comedians on TV is all right, but the beeps where there should be swearing really detracts from the overall enjoyment. It’s not anywhere near as tragic as when movies get edited for TV and they replace words like “sex” with “the session” and you die a little bit inside.

What do you get when you cross a cheapskate, over 30 arts events, and the dollar amount of the late fees you’ve racked up from renting “MacGruber”? The Fall Downtown Festival, of course! Eleven arts organizations that make up the Lower Manhattan Arts League are joining up to give you

Yeah, I know I’m just pasting in a press release, but I’m crazy busy today.  Plus I wanna get out and enjoy some of this good weather.  Also the good thing about this event is that you can go and then still come to my party afterwards.  So fuck it,

For those of you who’ve been following the site for awhile you know how enamored we are with Kelli Rudick. She’s just fucking brilliant. Really, seeing her live is something that changes your view of how the guitar can be played. Most people’s first reaction is, ‘œHoly Moses! Look at that girl’she

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