Usually when I tell people that they should check out a friend of mine’s music, I neglect to mention knowing the artist.  If you say, “yeah dude you should peep my friend’s band” most people will be automatically be less interested because they think you’re biased.  So I always say,

Ordering Chinese takeout isn’t the best way to save pennies, but you know what it’s like to be so broke that you can’t even afford to care. When I have days like that, I stay home and eat my feelings. Like Cheapskate Commentator Christy, Big Lantern will always be my

Pirates are kind of a mid-00’s joke, but when there’s FREE admission and the option to drink mead and eat giant turkey legs or dodo bird meat or whatever it is that Pirates ate (eat?) there’s really no excuse to not get excited about the opportunity to mingle with drunk

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

The internet is out at my house (because for some reason AT&T insists on turning it off, so they can turn it back on again. Why? Who bloody knows?), which means I’ve been spending a lot of time getting things done. Actual things in my actual life, like reading and

If you’re tired of spending your Sundays in Dolores Park, acting like you’re actually enjoying whatever crap is spewing out of your neighbor’s boombox/ukulele/accordian while you try to make it through your hangover and someone’s hula hoop is smacking you in the face, then you will probably be interested in

I don’t know about you, but I’m a little underwhelmed with comedy these days.  Maybe that’s because all the “comedy” I see is reruns of Full House and my douchebag guy friends getting wasted at bars and making entirely played-out jokes about face-sitting. Enter San Francisco-based Finktoons, a sketch comedy