There are certain universal problems that people of lesser-affluence share. Besides ignoring serious medical issues, being too broke to put an egg in your Top Ramen and being forced to wear the Kardashian clothing line at Sears, there is the very frustrating issue of dealing with the Slumlord. Rents

A while back I wrote a little post on two then-promising pets I had just purchased who I was sure were going to not only brighten my life but provide me with calm, unwavering companionship in dire times. What ended up happening to Trent and Eileen is a sad story.

It’s Springtime in San Francisco, which means it’s time to put your phone on silent for a while and step out into our fair city to sing, eat, and play with the wonderful people and programming on offer. Whether in the flesh or on a live stream, the journalists and

I’ve held a grudge against the animated short category at the Oscar’s since Don Herzfeldt didn’t win for Rejected. But I changed my mind last night when I saw this year’s winner, The Lost Thing, about a boy finding a home for the tentacle-filled machine he found on the beach.