Weird girls rejoice!  If you were ever a high school outcast, liked to dye your hair crazy colors, or read comic books, chances are you’ve seen and love the movie Ghost World (or– if you’re super hardcore– read the graphic novel which it’s based upon).  Well, whip out that

Being beautiful comes with a price. Not all of us are blessed with the “I look beautiful naturally” genes. Most of us (myself included) seek help from various retailers, whether they are drugstores or department store counters for the products used in our own beautification process. Depending on where you

Phil’s serves sliders.  Little burger, little prices.  They look small at first glance, but these little things are so effing tasty!  At two bucks each, even a broke-ass can double up.  Phil keeps his slider simple:  one hefty grass-fed, beef medallion, fire-grilled to medium-rare perfection, a fresh piece of iceberg

I must be honest here, I probably spend way too much time on the Internet, as most people these days tend to do. (Okay, so maybe probably is an understatement, but who’s keeping track here?) With as crazy advanced as technology is becoming these days, your online life has rapidly

Last night I had a dream that involved a motorcycle; a swimming pool; a drunk, cheating, and grandpa-aged boyfriend; my grade school; a police chase; a lesbian encounter; and someone else’s severed body parts. Yes, I frequently have dreams just as non sequitur, and yes, I’m totally messed up, and

This Independent is and will likely for many years be known as one of the great live music venues in San Francisco.  A little change of pace is coming as The Independent will be opening its doors to moviegoers as well. A FREE showing of Cedar Rapids is going down

When I lived in San Francisco, I simply didn’t appreciate the local dating pool.  You see, SF guys generally fall into one of two categories: Peter Pan Syndrome-sufferer/ borderline alcoholic, or douchey nerd-turned-frat-boy-turned-corporate-hack/ borderline alcoholic.  The thing is, now that I live in the pretentious, chambray-and-khaki wasteland that is NYC,