As children in the 90’s, there were a many things we couldn’t fathom: Why can’t we bring back all the meat we shoot while playing Oregon Trail? Why do the makers of Valentine’s cards think that I want to Aladdin to imply that the grossest boy in class wants to

In New York, there is an outlet for you to be any type of nerd you want to be. Case and point: The Bell House‘s TV Parties. Extreme fandom is no longer just for Sci Fi shows, their party on Thursday night is celebrating the first season of Arrested Development,

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

I end up writing about a bunch of events at the Bell House, because they always have great stuff like taxidermy contests and oil spill benefit concerts. But in all of these posts, I’ve failed to talk about how much ass The Bell House kicks. It’s tucked away in a

Taxidermy is one of those things that people love or hate. I freaking love it, even though I’m a vegetarian. There’s just something so fascinating about seeing a natural thing in an unnaturally still state. Also, it’s the best way to get up and close to a tiger without getting

Middle school and early high school were the days before Adult Swim, high speed internet and Ren & Stimpy on DVD (well, DVDs in general), there were very few outlets to find new inappropriate cartoons. Sure, there was Duckman and Beavis and Butthead on the air, but they were hard

For those of you who aren’t trapped in the frozen tundra that is Michigan, shimmy on over to The Bell House this evening to see a new revolution take place with electropop acts Gordon Voidwell and company sharing the stage. Voidwell or “Will” has been getting a lot of ink

I played ping pong for the first time a few weeks ago. Coordination and gentleness has never my thing. I hit a ball so hard it went into the balcony level of bleachers at the Y. Then I hit another ball onto the track and had to dodge runners to

The Secret Science Club isn’t a well kept secret. They meet at the Bell House instead of an underground bunker or camouflaged tree house, and you don’t have to solve a crazy physics equation to get in. But their meetings are always about topics you’d probably never think of on