If you’re anything like my roommate and I, you derive pleasure from nonsensically mocking olds reading signs and/or just the existence of the particularly hilarious signs and graffitti tags abound in NYC. That’s right– reading signs.  It sounds way too simple to make any sense. But, the thing is you

I can’t deny it; I’m a pretty busy lady, days filled with “do I have to move the car for street cleaning today?” followed often by the “Who can find my car first?: Parking enforcers v. Me” game, which in SF is about to get a whole lot more challenging,

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

Have your cheap nights-in gotten a little stale? Perhaps you have resigned yourself to playing half-hearted games of Scrabble, secretly (or not so secretly) seething that your tiles are always so goddamn awful, or flipping through the channels terrifying yourselves with Discovery channel fare, such as “The Terrible Thing That

The longer title: How to Entertain Yourself on Public Transportation Without “Entertaining” Yourself I was digging through the dregs of the Goodwills today, looking for some type of outfit that screamed Roller Skating Space Party (I was unsuccessful)  for the Creature Space Party tonight. (If you go, come say hi.