I’ve got your Saturday riiiiiiight here: You wanna relax?  You wanna commune with your inner self?  You want to stretch muscle fiber, sinew and the fabric of your mind by participating in that most ancient of mind-body arts underneath the shadow of a dessicated whale carcass?  Well, look no further

Everyone has had those times where you agree to go shopping with your friend, and you promise yourself you’re only going to buy one thing that you actually need, only to come home and discover that in addition to the thing you really needed, you’ve also purchased 3 purses for

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

One of the benefits of graduating from New York University is that you are one in a million’literally.  Since there are so many of you/us it stands to reason that some of you/us will eventually reap the rewards of being part of your/our large community of graduates.  One of those

My girlfriend does a lot of online shopping and somehow because of this she started receiving all kinds of magazines in the mail.  She doesn’t know how this exactly happened, but she also hasn’t received a bill for any of them either.  While the variety of magazines is quite interesting,

My sister wrote a book called That’s Why We Don’t Eat Animals and she constantly encounters people who say really inane things like, ‘œI don’t think I’ve ever actually eaten any vegan food.’  She usually responds with ‘œWell, have you ever had an apple?’ and then they feel pretty stupid. 

If anything this post will make me seem like the old man I am, but remember Napster? Man those were the glory days. Do you know how many unreleased Radiohead and Soul Coughing songs I had access to in my early college days? There was no question (from me) about

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remember a kinder, gentler, funkier time when there was an entire network devoted to playing awesome new music videos. Men named Pinfield and women named Idalis would introduce block after block of original music videos from various genres interspersed with interviews with musicians and video

A couple times when I’ve been walking around the city I see a chalkboard in front of a random bar claiming said establishment has the “Longest Happy Hour in SF”. Now like I said I’ve seen this move at multiple bars, but I’ve never thought to actually do the math