With the Art Institute, Academy of Art, and CCA making their homes here, the Bay Area is rife with young ‘œartists,’ the local galleries teeming with amateurish art shows.  (There, I said it. And I’ll warn you now that if you’re already offended, you probably should not read any further.)

I like Earth. It’s a pretty dope planet in my opinion. Not as awesome as Saturn, or as controversial as Pluto (STILL A PLANET IN MY HEART), but overall Earth is pretty neat. Unfortunately, we humans have royally fucked ourselves into a corner, environmentally speaking. We’re on an express train

So you want some new friends.  Maybe you don’t have any yet because you just moved to the city.  Maybe you recently broke up with your girlfriend, who turned everyone you know against you (whore).  Or maybe you’re just kind of sick of the friends you’ve already got.  I mean,

My mom told me she had an idea for a Broke Ass post.  Whereas her advice usually consists of the statement ‘œdrink some tea’ (no matter what the problem is), this one was spot-on.  Michael Finney is a reporter for the local ABC7 News.  He’s been the ‘œconsumer watchdog’ there

As a full blown queer living in San Francisco, a shocking number of my straight friends have confided in me that they’ve had homosexually charged erotic fantasies. From what I’ve observed, it appears as though everyone has had at least one secret experience that made them feel a  little faggy,

Thanks to our fearless leader in Sacramento, it will probably be some time before we ever see that magic bullet train become a reality, if ever. Until that point if you need to make the trip between LA and SF, your options are pretty standard and not always that cheap.

Alright, so you folks all know that I’ve generally got the scoop on all the ill deals going on and that I’ve made it my duty to hip you to them. As exhausting as it is, I do it because I love you fuckers (well most of you at least),