Calling All Service Industry Workers (ONLY!): Working behind the bar or out on the floor tended to be a little on the lean side this year. Things have gotten so bad that the city has become a veritable graveyard of boarded up taverns and dusty dining rooms with papered windows.

Stuart covered this last year when the museum was brand-spaking-new and the FREE day was a proceed-at-your-own-risk kind of activity.  But now the museum is old news and the novelty has sort of worn off, unless you haven’t been there yet, in which case you should go on Wednesday because

I was going to try and make this post terribly witty, and entertain you with some funny anecdote about that time I did something really embarrassing in a museum, but then I got sucked into the vortex that is Pot Psychology. I swear my attention span is that of a

It’s probably pretty hard to be broke if you live all the way in the Outer Sunset because those cab fares can’t be cheap. But like any decent neighborhood it must have its share of cheap neighborhood bars, otherwise people wouldn’t live there, right? The Riptide must be pretty rad

Some people just cannot tell a joke.  Case in point: Uncle Jerry. My friend Alice brought her friend Mike to her family reunion.  It was a huge gathering at a nice restaurant and Mike was a hit with the whole family, the little kids jumping on him, the teenage girls

The San Francisco Vintage Paper Fair comes around every few months, but I’m going to go ahead and say I still had no idea what it was. Vintage Paper? Like old posters? Or like Grandpa’s old letters to Grandma? Or maybe just the soggy brown bags from malt liquors passed?

Do your genitals explode? Do you have a penis growing on your head?  Does your copulation last 10 weeks? Are you 200,000 times smaller than your mate? Are your sex toys made of leaves and twigs?  Do you drug your lover with a no-cheating potion?  Knowing this audience, I suspect