Do you wanna get laid?  Sure, we all do.  Here are six tracks that can put you on that road to sexytown, either all by your lonesome, or if you’re lucky enough to swindle someone into putting their mouth on your genitals and whatnot: 1. Wolf Like Me, TV On

Let’s take a quick trip back in time’back to the year 1994.  Shit was pretty awesome back then, as I don’t really need to tell you:  Clinton was in office,  Global Warming was just alarmist hippie bullshit,  Nelson Mandela was South Africa’s first Black President, Bill Bellamy presided over the

I really cannot wrap my head around the fact that Don’t Tell Mom The Babysitter’s Dead was released in 199-fucking-1.  It was one of my most favorite (and repeatedly-watched) movies growing up, and through the years, I’ve found it to be time and time again my personal touchstone for all

Welcome to the third and final installment of our series on Dolores Park Etiquette.  The first one was General Guidelines, while the second was on Hipster Hill.  This time we’re focusing on Gay Beach. Prairie P’s and Q’s Ah, the verdant, pastoral southern slopes of Dolores, crested by sweet magnolias!

I’m not drinking right now. I know, I must have finally fallen off my rocker, right? I’m going insane for this diet I’m on and I’m totally trying to do everything I can, but I’m still having a hard time showing off my…feathers. If you know what I’m saying. Here’s

A friend and I were recently having a discussion on which seasons are better to have a significant other.  He argues that Summer = the worst, and Winter = the best.  I, on the other hand, think it can be the worst all year round, if you really think about

There are holidays and then there are SF sanctioned holidays. They get mentions in your planner and your iCal just like Christmas, and yes, you will be getting so drunk you’ll put Arthur to shame. No matter what the occasion, we like to do it big, plentiful and more awesome

I’ve seen my future, and it’s pretty hairless.  My dad…bald.  My mom’s dad…bald.  The great Magic 8-Ball of genetics has pretty much already foretold my destiny: Outlook Not So Good.  As a result of this, I like to try new shit with my hair every so often just because I