Perhaps the only joy in making new year’s resolutions is the variety of ice cream flavors it takes to break them.
You’ve got less than two days to prepare Thanksgiving dinner. Is the menu set? Do you have a cooking timetable ready? Uh oh. Sage advice for those whose stuffing isn’t quite ready for prime time.
It’s nearly Halloween, time for ghosts, treats, and hours of time invested in what invariably winds up splattered down your block. Yes: the season-o-Jack. Here’s how to cut your gourd.
The Blackout of 2003 will certainly cost the country loads of money, but the condiment industry couldn’t be happier. What to do with all those eggs when the lights go out.
As more people work at home and telecommute, you can bet that the The View is expanding its influence.
After a weekend of heavy research, our summer expert gives us his survey of music for surviving the heat, and your drunk friends.
A conversation about life as a wino, the effects of war, heroin, Shiner, marriage and pornography, horseplay and jail, and the amount of muscles it takes to frown, between William and Sarah Hepola.
Meeting and interviewing (and yes, dating) the stars proves tiresome for even the most well-seasoned of celebrity-worshippers. The life of lies and junkets, however, makes for the best party conversation.
You know Santa: cheeks like a rose, nose like a cherry. Now meet the Krampus, a boozy, goat-horned menace that whips European children during the first days of December.
Why is that woman next to you gasping? Oh, dear. You seem to be stepping on her toes. You didn’t even notice, did you?
Most people know that Bruce Springsteen has a new album out. But everyone knows that a man, shouting at Springsteen, partly inspired the new songs.
It’s an acquired taste. It’s a strange delicacy. It’s a “non-alcoholic cereal beverage.”