Breaking up can be tough, especially when it’s with a multi-billion dollar company which holds roughly 25% of the market share (let’s face it, you probably chose Comcast as your cable provider).  And they don’t make it any easier on you when they beg you to stay.  But spending $80

Sometimes Netflix has you pidgeonholed a little TOO well– for example, yes, I do happen to like witty workplace TV comedies. But, whenever I look under the “Romance” section, which, I’m not entirely sure why it exists– like, shouldn’t it just be under drama? Oh wait, IT ALREADY IS. And

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 don’t know about you, but every time I browse through the “Local Favorites for Brooklyn, NY” sections of Netflix, I’ve maybe seen 4 movies out of like 20 (especially with the Instantly Viewable ones, eeek!!). I consider myself to be a fairly knowledgeable/avid movie watcher, but I’m just wondering

One of the great advantages of living with friendly roommates and/or significant others is sharing the cost of things you might have otherwise had to go without if you were living alone and had to pay for them yourself. Like a living room, for example. Square footage and electric bills

Here’s the deal. My friends Avery Monsen and Jory John wrote a genius little book called “All My Friends Are Dead.” I bought it years ago, back when it was a zine and these dudes were the funniest guys I knew. Now it’s a book (their second  published by Chronicle

Summer is by far the shortest season of the year. Except if you live in Southern California or the dessert, and then I have no sympathy for you. Every year it whizzes by, taking with it all the fun things you can only do 3 months out of the year.

I like movies.  I like the escape they offer, I like being told good stories, and I like the post-film discussions they prompt over steaming hot chocolate.  What I do not like is how much they cost.  Believe me, I understand the occasional splurge to see Avatar in IMAX 3D

One of the only things I enjoy about winter, is the excuse it gives me not to leave my house. Plans will be broken, food delivered to my door, and wearing sweatpants is considered the norm. During summer, I eschew my Netflix account for frolicking outside, but come January I