SF transit is an adventure in the smell of other humans and getting left behind at stations by half-empty buses for no apparent reason. To combat that, lots of innovators have launched alternative-transit apps -- and I kind of hate most of them.
Don't you DARE spend precious hours of your life tearing your hair out over a new car purchase. Here's how to do the whole deal over the phone (or via email) and get an amazing deal in the process.
The problem with something so big, so incredibly huge and out of control is that everyday you will see someone who you previously thought was alright, being a dick.
Just like there is never a good time for your toilet to clog, or your electricity to go out, or to develop a bladder infection, there is never a good time for your computer to crash.
I have actual physical reactions when I see my Instagram crush wear a new bold lip color, pose in a dark bar with a craft cocktail, or lazily lounge with her adorable husband and puppy in their adorable apartment.
Perhaps it’s 2012 fatigue (I’m so over this year and all its accompanying madness), but I couldn't muster the will to be outraged about Instagram's proposed (then scrapped) policy change. Believe me I tried.
How is this personal? Is your dad Clarence P. Iphone? Will Santa choke on the Easter Bunny if I don’t get a smart phone?