Ultimate Guide for Tipping in New York City
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Tipping is one of the most asinine things in American culture. Unfortunately, however, it is a necessity. This is because most of these service industry low-lives are getting paid like minors, and count on your tips to pay the rent. Also, stiffing certain people will guarantee disaster for you later. However, it does suck to feel ripped-off because you tipped too much.

These are not be-all-end-all tipping rules, but rather the best way to get by in NYC in my experience. Since I am not a wealthy socialite frequenting day spas and operas, I may have left some of those high-end tipping etiquettes off my list. Here we go...

Cab Drivers

$1.00 + Change

So, if the fare is $9.70, you give him $11.00. The reason these Pakistanis tear through the streets, running red lights to get you to your meeting on time, is that they want a tip. Well, that, and they want more customers to get more tips.

It's not an easy job and the NYC cab drivers are usually on point: knowing the best shortcuts and tactics to save you time (which is probably why you're taking a taxi anyway). They make the city run, and ensure less traffic on the streets. This is not a negotiation: even if he drives slow or goes the wrong way, he's probably just new.

There are two exceptions:

  1. Borough to borough: A trip to Brooklyn is $2.00 plus change.

  2. Airports: $3.00 plus change. This way, he'll take your bags out of the trunk, making you look like a boss.

Deli Guys

$0.00

Yes, the deli guy has a tip jar, but it's only for suckers. Even if he hooks you up with a monster sandwich, he doesn't expect a tip. He is being paid a fair amount already, and, let's face it - he has an easier job than his delivery guy compadres.

The exception to this rule is if you frequent the deli. If this is your deli, and you get sandwiches at least twice a week, it's best to drop a dollar in the jar every 3 or 4 sandwiches. Be sure, however, that the deli is not packed with other customers, and that his back is not turned. He must see you drop the dollar in his jar.

A good rule of thumb is tipping the deli you frequent only when it's dead. This is important because he will be sure to make your sandwiches first and remember your stupid requests.

Delivery Guys

$2.00 Plus Change

You have to tip these guys. This is the worst job in the food industry.

They bust their ass walking up stairs, finding impossible locations, and riding their bike through NYC traffic while wearing a silly neon vest. Not to mention, although they don't remember the apartments that tip, they do remember the apartments that don't. If you stiff the delivery guy, be prepared to wait an hour next time you order from that place.

Bad weather = $4.00 plus change.

Waiters

20%

I don't care if it's the worst service you ever had, tip that bastard 20%.

If he was a true asshole, he wouldn't have a job in NYC as a waiter. Maybe he's having a bad day? Maybe he's busy? Who cares?

Waiters are the life blood of the city. Believe it or not, most of them have aspirations besides serving you lousy pasta. These are the actors, singers, artists, and musicians that make New York great, and they count on your tips to keep doing the things they love to do.

Not to mention, if you forget your bag in the restaurant, that tip is going to guarantee he puts it in the lost and found.

Bartenders

$1.00 Per Drink

Some people would say: Only tip the bartender for your first drink. But they are complete buffoons.

If you tip $1.00 per drink, you'll get a free drink for every five you order. Therefore, you're actually saving money. Not to mention, if a fight breaks out, wouldn't you want the staff on your side?

Speaking of free drinks - if the bartender gives you a free drink: the rule is the same. $1.00. Not $2.00. Not $3.00. $1.00 for every drink that goes into your hand. Period. (Unless you're really drunk and forgot what money is)

The exception to this rule is a packed dance club: If you just paid a $35 cover, and are now paying $14 for a mixed drink, there is no need to tip. They won't remember you anyway.

Bathroom Guys

$1.00 The First Time You Go

Unlike bartenders, the bathroom guy should only be tipped the first time you go.

Sure, their job sucks (quite possibly the worst job in the service industry), but let's face it - they're not really going anywhere with their lives. They've basically given up. You shouldn't feel bad for them at all.

Stiffing these guys is not cheap. Did you ask this bastard to turn on the faucet? Did you ask him to hand you a towel? No. But he did it anyway. It's actually more awkward than anything.

He will, however, remember your face. It's best to throw him a dollar the first time you piss, to make a good first impression on the off-chance you need a drunken favor in the bathroom later (no homo, I'm talking about letting you do coke).

Bouncers

$0.00

If you have to pay off the bouncer to get inside of a club, it's probably not a good idea to even enter. You don't fit in and there's a reason you're not invited.

Any decent bouncer wouldn't take your measly $20.00 anyway.

If you really must get into that club, and aren't with any hot chicks, why not get creative? Have your buddy run a diversion while you scope out the names on the list. Then return later, saying your name is the one you spied.

Pizza Guys

$0.00

Quite often, the guy putting your pizza in the oven is the owner of the shop. This means that he is probably making more money than you do. So why give him even more?

Even if he is not the owner, putting pizza in an oven and taking it back out is not qualitative work. No one says "Damn, that pizza guy really knows how to throw a slice in the oven!" This job is the same across the board. No one pizza guy is better than another at it, which negates the entire purpose behind tipping.

Tipping these guys would be like tipping an assembly line worker.

(Note: Scummy Chinese food joints and other ethnic/culturally specific "joints" do not need tips either)

Baristas

$1.00

This one is tough. Normally I'd advise not to tip these slackers, but convention has defeated me.

If you don't tip in trendy coffee shops, you will look like a complete asshole to everyone else in line. To me, the dollar is worth it. Not to mention, if you plan on hanging out there and using their wi-fi like a yuppie you might want the barista to fix it if it goes down.

The exception, obviously, is chain coffee. I have no idea why someone would tip at Starbucks or Dunkin' Donuts. All that does is encourage the government to lower minimum wage.

Street Vendors

$0.00

You'd think this would be obvious, but I've actually seen these guys with tip jars lately.

Ok, so, the guy hands you a pre-heated hot dog. He is selling it for $2.00. He then tries to rip you off on water by also selling that for $2.00. You will never see him again in your life, and even if you do, there is no way he would ever remember you. He has no boss and pockets all his profits.

Oddly enough, they have dollars in their jars. Tipping street vendors is about as low as you can go.

Door Men

$1.00 Per Cab Hailed

If you're staying at a New York hotel, the doorman will hail you a cab. When he does, give him $1.00. That's the understanding.

If you live in a building with a doorman, ask the neighbors what the custom is. Often, the neighbors will take up a collection and then divvy it up amongst the staff at Christmas time. If they don't do that, you live in the ghetto, so you should give each guy $20.00 the week before Christmas. They will remember you and let you have wasted friends over anytime.

Only an idiot would give him a dollar each time he opens the door. That is just his normal job. Everything else he does is extra, and worth the money.

Bellboys

$2.00

If you're too lazy to carry your own bags, be prepared to tip, or avoid the lobby for the rest of your stay.

Some say you should tip bellhops $1.00 per suitcase, but I say that is too much, unless you have a bag of bricks or something.

If you're staying in a hotel, the bellhop will assume you are from out of town, and don't know the procedure. Giving him $2.00 is meeting him halfway. He probably gets $5.00 from some guests, and $1.00 from others. $2.00 is that sweet spot where you can feel like a decent member of society, but also feel like you weren't ripped-off.

(Note: If you're staying in the hotel for a few days, you might wish to leave $5.00 for the maid when you leave in the morning to ensure a clean room, but this is unnecessary. The room will not be any cleaner for your tip.)


Parking Attendants

$1.00 If You Drive a Nice Car

According to the Internet, parking attendants make only $23,000/year. But guess that? Parking in NYC costs $23/hour. No one wins.

The rule is simple: if you drive a nice car - and by nice I mean a car that is currently worth $25,000 or more, you should tip the parking attendant $1.00 upon arrival. You can probably afford a dollar to ensure it won't get scratched.

If you drive a p.o.s., tipping is completely optional - you're already paying more money than you have to these vampires.

(Note: It should go without saying that fancy valet guys get $1.00 per car move regardless)

Building Super

$40.00 at Christmas

If you live in a co-op like most New Yorkers, and your neighbors don't take a collection at Christmas, get ready to lose $40.00. The good news is that if you have a roommate, you can split it.

Your building supervisor is one of the most important assets you have. What if the toilet overflows on a Sunday? What if the heat goes out in the middle of the night? Who's phone call do you think he'll answer?

These guys are typically hard-ass veteran New Yorkers, and will probably never be your friend, but you don't want to make them your enemy. Sure, they're annoying as fuck, talking your ear off about pipes and cracks and blah, blah, blah, but you need them on your side. Do you really want to get yelled at for flicking cigarette butts on the front steps?

The week before Christmas, pick up a family-oriented Happy Holidays card, and write "Happy Holidays to (name) and your family." Then include a compliment. Perhaps "Thank you so much for fixing my sink last May. It's worked great ever since!"...or... "My apartment is always the right temperature, and the hallways are always so clean. Thank you for keeping our building in great shape!" Then put $40.00 inside, seal it, and put it under his door.

Hairdressers

$5.00

I can't really speak for women who get $300 hair coloring, but in my experience, a simple handshake/hand-off of a five dollar bill goes a long way.

The reason tipping is a must here, is that if you like your haircut, you will return to that salon. If you happened to stiff them the last time, why would they give a shit this time? You'll end up looking like a suburban for the next month if they don't put any effort into the cut.

Work it out, if you get very expensive haircuts, tip even more, but this is one person that needs to be tipped for your own sake.

(Note: I have never had a manicure/facial/etc, but I assume the exact same rules apply)

Laundry Guys

$20.00 at Christmas

This is the guy who washes the cum stains out of your socks and then matches them one pair at a time. He knows more about you than most.

The week before Christmas, go to Duane Reade and pick up a Happy Holidays card. Put $20.00 inside and a handwritten "Thank You".

Or would you rather him "lose" your favorite jeans and bleach your work shirts?

Coat Check

$1.00

Coat check actually depends on where you are, so look out for a tip jar. If you see a jar, put a dollar in it.

Some places with huge amounts of traffic, like museums, won't have a jar, so don't tip them. Don't make the embarrassing move of trying to hand them money.

Why tip the coat check you ask? Well, in a small venue, they are probably friends with the owner, and volunteering their time to do it, hoping to at least get a few bucks for their trouble. Carrying your coat through a party makes you look like a fuck-up, so just pony up like everyone else and give them the dollar.

(Hint: do this when you arrive, not when you leave, which would miss the point of them guarding your shit)

Masseuses

$10.00 (or $30.00 for Happy Ending)

To be honest, they probably only expect a $5.00 tip, but just think about how much that job would suck: Sweaty, hairy men turn up at all hours of the night and moan and groan and order these women where to rub them next.

Most of them are probably victims of human trafficking, and have no real skills or choice in the matter, so why not give them a little sense of achievement in their lives?

If you get a happy ending out of the deal, give her an extra $20.00, making $30.00.

Hookers

$0.00

These days, there aren't many prostitutes roaming the streets of New York: it's all done online.

Since you'll be calling to arrange the rates and directions anyway, it's best to sort out the tip over the phone as well. When they say the rate, act like it's too expensive and you aren't sure you can afford it -- then ask, "Does that include tip?" They will say it does. This way there's no confusion.

Tipping a hooker is absolutely pointless, anyway, unless you plan on seeing them again. It's all done via barter system, and you'll simply get what you pay for. Just be sure that when you show up, you have the exact rate in cash in your wallet. Hide your cab fare, or they might ask for it as a tip.

Homeless People

$0.00

Every once in awhile in New York, some homeless guy will hold a door open for you, sing for you, or try to wash your windshield, and then expect money for it.

Fuck. That.

Giving these outcasts money is worse than flushing it down the toilet. At least flushing it doesn't cause more harm. These people need serious help, and buying more Old English won't solve their problems.

If he opens the door for you and you feel bad, buy him a bag of chips. Buy him a coffee. But do not give him money. He will buy beer and then piss in the trash can in front of children.
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The Best and Worst Things of 2007
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BEST
WORST
Best Invention:
Worst Invention:
iPhone
Bladder Buddy
Nevermind the annoying commericals, once it can finally read flash sites, this device will make computers obsolete. Just don't drop it.
Easily the worst invention from the TV series American Inventor was The Bladder Buddy. It's a bag you piss in from the bleachers.
   
Best News Story:
Worst News Story:
No Gays in Iran
Writers go on Strike!
As if Ahmadinejad's visit wasn't bizarre enough, he still managed out out-weird himself by saying there are no gay people in his country, confirming himself a lunatic.
Apparently, making a $Gazillion to write bad TV shows while being completely out of touch isn't good enough for the WGA. I'd rather read a book.
   
Best Religion:
Worst Religion:
 
Judaism
Jehova's Witness
2 Years in a row... Judaism is the key to getting out of any boring situation. Hate your job? Invent a holiday. In fact, take a long weekend. Screw work. Yeah.
I can't really get down with a religion that involves old ladies forcing homeless people to bother me at my own house. Whatever.
   
Best Job:
Worst Job:
The Apprentice
Gay Politician
I always thought it would suck to be The Apprentice, until I saw the old winner coming out of his Gulfstream V to sign autographs, living large and in charge.
Being a major politician is already a pretty scrutinizable job, but having to hide your sexual preference to millions really sucks balls. Get it?
   
Best City:
Worst City:
New York, NY
Aspen, CO
Beyond the grime and beggars, NYC actually has a lot of interesting things going on every single second of every day. Whoever you are, there's something for you.
I don't really understand the point of this town. It may be the most fake place in the USA, and the beer doesn't flow like wine.
   
Best Politician:
Worst Politician:
Mike Huckabee
Larry Craig
And they're off! Huckabee is legitimately a clever trevor... a minister who sends people to the electric chair? Big government, son... He has my vote.
There sure are a lot of perverted politicians these days, but at least the others had the decency to spank outside of public restrooms.
   
Best Movie:
Worst Movie:
There Will Be Blood
Pirates: At World's End
PTA's masterpiece proves that our generation's greatest filmmakers didn't learn from UCLA or NYU, but by watching films in their own living rooms. New School.
I avoided it as well as I could, but I finally watched this crap during a 7 hour flight. I should've just taken 4 sleeping pills.
   
Best Actor:
Worst Actor:
Daniel Day Lewis in There Will Be Blood
Jon Voight in September Dawn
Who could doubt this decision? DDL gives his best performance in ages. Not nearly as over-the-top as Gangs, but not nearly as sappy as Mohicans.
Although I didn't actually see this BSM, I can accurately judge from the preview that this is the worst move of Voight's entire career. Ouch.
   
Best Actress:
Worst Actress:
Kelly MacDonald in No Country For Old Men
Leslie Mann in Knocked Up
She pulls off the dumb damsel in distress character without asking for any pity points. She's not even that hot... but did she live? I'm confused.
I don't watch Lindsey Lohan movies, so I have to go with Apatow's insanely unfunny wife whose improv ruined yet another film.
   
Best Album:
Worst Album:
Year Zero (Nine Inch Nails)
Volta (Bjork)
Now this is what the end of the world should sound like! Trent Reznor finally turns off MTV and makes an album for his amazing mass of cult fans.
The fine line between music and noise becomes very blurry in this ear-bleeder. I generally don't mind Bjork but this whole album reeks.
   
Best Song:
Worst Song:
"All I Need " by Radiohead
"Rockstar" by Nickelback
Pyramid Song's little brother remains quite stripped-down but becomes the most relevant song in ages. Infinity? OK... You got it.
This may be the most ridiculous song/video combination ever made. Many have considered the lip-synch idea, but never stooped to that level.
   
Best Tour:
Worst Tour:
Ex-Friends
Caustic Christ
Check it out: An indie band that doesn't sound like The Killers. The Ex-Friends don't even put on much of a show, besides jam-tastic good-time tunes.
Yo, I couldn't understand a word these cyber-punks were screaming. I just saw a bunch of skinny white nerds butting heads to the wretched noise.
   
Best TV Show:
Worst TV Show:
Extras
The Tyra Banks Show
Although the series had its dull moments, the finale really brought the episodes together, and Gervais's message about fame & success came across nicely.
I never really bought into the saying: "Everything that's wrong with America"... until I saw this show. Sucks to be fat.
   
Best Radio Program:
Worst Radio Program:
Coast to Coast AM
The Laura Ingraham Show
George Noory wins for the 3rd year in a row. I am starting to think this show has no real competition. Even satellite radio has nothing on Coast.
I used to listen to her just to get angry... but ever since she visited the Green Zone, she's gotten too cocky to even suffer through.
   
Best Magazine:
Worst Magazine:
Time Out
Star
Even though it's for chicks, this magazine still has pretty solid reviews, and its event listings can't be bested... no matter which city you're in.
It's not so much the content of this ridiculous publication, but the fact that I am forced to read celebrity gossip while in line to buy snacks.
   
Best Athlete:
Worst Athlete:
Joe Torre
Michael Vick
Sure, he's a manager, and I'm no Yankees fan, but Torre really showed the unappreciative billionares who's the man by giving the big F.U. to their silly antics.
Just when I thought pro athletes had done it all, Vick's Bad Newz Dogfighting kennels were found. Then he acted all innocent. Gay.
   
Best Sport's Moment:
Worst Sport's Moment:
Da Bears
The World Series
Chicago takes the NFC championship to face The Colts in what can only be described as the coolest midwestern sports match-up in decades.
The World Series in general was the worst moment in 2007 sports. I can only assume that no one in Denver believes in God anymore.
   
Best Artist:
Worst Artist:
Matt Keegan
Shepard Fairey
Keegan's non-stop modern art exhibits in Chelsea were nothing compared to the "Hands Across America" project that he has in the works. I'm not biased.
How is it that an artist today can get hired by one of the biggest bands in the world, and make such a piece of shit trash-bag cover?
   
Best Website:
Worst Website:
www.wikipedia.org
 www.mtv.com
OK, I finally admit that I use this daily. It's probably the most important site currently online, and really puts the You in TIME's person of the year.
MTV actually managed to make a website just as annoying as their channel. The clumsy flash makes any computer melt-down upon entry.
   
Best Car:
Worst Car:
Hyundai Elantra
Porsche Cayenne
This little number is really all you need on today's highways. It's affordable with decent gas mileage, but also not nearly as boring as a Civic.
Perfect for guys who wear socks with sandals: This SUV made by Porsche was created for soccer moms in a hurry or a family of 4 douche-bags.
   
Best Drug:
Worst Drug:
Alcohol
Nicotine
I can't decide what's better: a bottle of wine, 4 bloody mary's, or a 6 pack of Pale Ale. In any case, I'd rather be wasted than typing dumb shit on the internet.
Just say no. Cigarettes turn you into a stinky paper zombie. I seriously pity the fool who can't manage kick the bad habit.
   
Best Store:
Worst Store:
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Century 21
Circuit City
Why pay full price for clothes at some snooty store with only a few items? At Century 21 you can gear up on sick Penguin attire like all the other mad shoppers.
How can I look through the CDs you don't have when I'm being getting attacked by leeches that work on comission? No, I don't want a 60" TV.
   
Best Restaurant:
Worst Restaurant:
Red Lobster
Pizza Inn
Even though they ditched the beads in the Lobsterita, this chain still dominates with their buttery bread, caesar salad & build-your-own feast trifecta.
I'd love to meet the genius who came up with the idea for this restaurant. How could he sit in a room with a straight face and pitch this? Yuck.
   
Best Food:
Worst Food:
Caesar Salad
Canned Peaches
Caesar salad (hold the chicken) is the best appetizer of the year. It goes with almost any meal and basically just makes you a lot more hungry for the main course. 5 for 5 beatch! These little slimey puke-wads still make me want to cut my tongue out and just eat baby food forever.
   
Best Hang Out:
Worst Hang Out:
Couch
New York Public Library
With wireless internet, text messaging, digital cable, indoor heating, home delivery, and fuzzy pillows I see no need to ever stand up anymore. Zzzzz...
How can people sit there and pretend to be on the internet when the place is so packed? Don't they feel bad wasting valuable seating space?
   
Best Accesory:
Worst Accesory:
Cubs Hat
Fake Glasses
You can look dope and support a completely neutral team. Why wear a hat that 90% of baseball fans will hate you for? Cubbies are always a favorite.
Glasses are supposed to make you look smarter... all these do is make you look like a drunk skank from NYU.
   
Best Hair-Do:
Worst Hair-Do:
Gothic
Trendy
If you want your hair to appear messed-up, why not just pay your little sister to cut it with play scissors and then wash it with hard water? It's almost too easy.
Looking like you just got a trendy haircut is a recipe for embarrassment, particularly if you got it both featherd & styled for around $35.
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Top 5 Reviews: 90's Songs
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andersonenvy review TOP 5 - 1990's Songs

Somehow, I avoided just making a list of the top five songs from OK Computer... Tough choice.


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Top 5 Reviews: 70's Songs
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TOP 5 - 1970's Songs

What a tough choice. Thanks to all my friends' older brothers for introducing me to these songs.

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The Best and Worst Things of 2006
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BEST
WORST
Best Invention:
Worst Invention:
 
 
The Loc8tor
The Chia Alarm Clock
Simply attach a transmitter to your keys, wallet, or whatever you usually lose, and the Loc8tor will find it for you. Perfect for total losers like myself.
This is Ch-Ch-Ch-Cheezy as hell. Who'd want to wake up to that annoying-ass song? Alarm Clocks are for working class slops anyways.
   
Best News Story:
Worst News Story:
 
 
Saddam Executed
Immigration Protest

Justice was served when this goonatic got hung mid-sentence as he was taunted by masked men. Dude was killed like a sick pig.

Is illegal immigration news? No one was going to do anything relevant, nor will they ever. These guys need to rent Traffic and relax.
   
Best Religion:
Worst Religion:
 
 
Judaism
Atheism
Matisyahu is dead ill. Not to mention Jews get tons of days off. While the rest of us "celebrated" Columbus Day, these fools slept in for Yom Kippur.
 Atheism seems just plain goofy. Even if there is no God, isn't it worth a gamble just in case you end up gnashing your teeth in hell? Please.
   
Best Job:
Worst Job:
 
 
Pro Skateboarder
Coal Miner
These skalanktroids get $Millions for simply playing games in school parking lots and sporting DC shirts. Then they get their own MTV show.
Mining Coal sucks plenty, but being trapped in the mine and suffocating on your own skank would be enough to scare Loretta Lynn's dad!
   
Best City:
Worst City:
 
 
Austin, TX
Green Bay, WI
2 years in a row, ATX dominates the metropolis's to win best city. SXSW, official pretty girls, and superb BBQ were the deciding factors.
GB offers nothing of value. The lame casino and ugly strippers try to help, but utterly fail. Plus they all talk weird. "Would ya like a baaaag?"
   
Best Politician:
Worst Politician:
 
 
Nancy Pelosi
Dick Cheney
I welcome San Franciso values: Gay fags, bum cash, street urination, and fucking over the military. Hail to the first lady of sin!
This "straight shooter" took all your income tax and lined his pockets with bird shot. Then he told that Bush drone to "stay the course".
   
Best Movie:
Worst Movie:
 
 
Jackass Number Two
Gridiron Gang
From the opening penis-mouse sequence, I didn't stop laughing. Even the bloopers were worth staying in the theater for.
Even though I didn't see the movie, the preview was enough for this to warrant worst. Gridiron doesn't step up to the challenge.
   
Best Actor:
Worst Actor:
 
 
Daniel Craig in Casino Royale
Daniel Johnston in Devil & Daniel Johnston
Finally, a real Bond. I actually liked Brosnan, but next to Craig he seems like a pussy. The TV commercials are right: DC is the best Bond ever.
This overweight maniac couldn't even manage to play himself. Ambiguity was lost in translation and don vito-like sputterances.
   
Best Actress:
Worst Actress:
 
 
Rachel Weisz in The Fountain
 Kate Beckinsale in Underworld:Evolution
Who else could deliver the ridiculous line, "Together we will live forever" with such elegance? Weisz plays kul-a-shay from queen to tree.
 It's pretty bad when even a hot chick can't save a joke film, but Beckinsale's shit acting isn't enough to even keep my goth friends interested.
   
Best Album:
Worst Album:
 
 
Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not (Arctic Monkeys)
Ys (Joanna Newsom)
'06 was a pretty bad year for music. Arctic Monkeys was the least of the evils, and provided enough drunken air guitar entertainment for the entire year.
 Maybe I'm naive, but the "so bad it's good" idea is no idea ut'ull. What's the point of 12 minute long screeching randomness? Straight puke.
   
Best Song:
Worst Song:
 
 
"Get 'Em Daddy (Remix)" by Cam'Ron
"Yeah Yeah Yeah Song" by Flaming Lips
It's impossible not to look tough listening to this on your ipod whilst walking through a crowd. Just try to walk normal. You'll see.
What a let down! The Lips follow up Yoshimi with this crap song (and video) about fake power. Even The Pussycat Dolls song had substance!
   
Best Tour:
Worst Tour:
 
 
Art Brut
All-American Rejects
AB busts up the mass with their insane antics. As the band prances around the stage, the molester-mustached singer tippy-toes into infamy.
Not only is their music god-awful, but the poser of a singer somehow manages to say the dumbest shit between each and every song they play.
   
Best TV Show:
Worst TV Show:
 
 
Lost
American Idol
I actually like the new direction of the show... I don't think it's getting too weird, I think it's finally getting interesting!
Star Search was a good show. This is simply a karaoke contest judged by a bunch of hacks. Even the contestants are jokes in real life. Die.
   
Best Radio Program:
Worst Radio Program:
 
 
Coast to Coast AM
The Rush Limbaugh Show
George Noory takes C2C to the top once again. As the scary stories keep me awake, I can forget about all that crap I need to do in the morning.
I usally take what this guy says with a grain of cocaine, but 2006 was a bad year for Rush, as he decided to attack Marty McFly himself. Oops.
   
Best Magazine:
Worst Magazine:
 
 
Time Out
Playgirl
New York, London, Paris, Munich, everybody talk about...Hmmm? Pop Music, Art, Comedy, Theater, Film, Events, etc. etc. etc. etc.
Who reads this thing? Women? Gay men? I think neither. The only thing this boner-gawk magazine is good for is a white elephant gift.
   
Best Athlete:
Worst Athlete:
 
 
Gianluigi Buffon
Troy Smith
If Buffon hadn't blocked so many shots on goal, France may have been the champions. Thank you Godluigi. Buy Puma.
 Huh? He wins the Heisman then gets sacked like 50 times to lose the championship! Smith will soon be a legend but meantime he is a real loser.
   
Best Sport's Moment:
Worst Sport's Moment:
 
 
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Romo blows it
The best thing about the fight was that it came out of nowhere. Without instigation, the Miami adminisration wasn't sure who to suspend.
It's a sad day whenever a fat fanatic couch potato can do better than a pro athlete. If I didn't hate Troy Smith, Romo would also win worst athlete.
   
Best Artist:
Worst Artist:
 
 
Rob Sheridan
Jerry Allen Brem
About 90% of everything I make somehow ends up being a rip-off of the NIN photographer / cinemetographer / web designer.
Brem paints cows like a 5 year old, and, not having a venue to show these monsters in, puts them up for sale in Austin ice cream shops.
   
Best Website:
Worst Website:
 
 
www.demonoid.com
 www.azlyrics.com
Why pay for movies, music and applications? This members-only torrent site is less-monitored than piratebay but has just as many tunes.
A simple google search for song lyrics will point you to this non-working website full of annoying ads and pop-ups. Why does it even exist?
   
Best Car:
Worst Car:
 
 
Cadillac SRX
Chevy Silverado
This is worth it's weight in gas. XM radio, warming seats, auto mirrors, crash warning system, and room for sex. You can ride dirty in this car.
The commercial alone made this the worst vehicle of 2006. After portraying "our" country as a backwoods wasteland, this is NOT my truck.
   
Best Drug:
Worst Drug:
 
 
Adderall
Nicotine
The ADHD cure-all works wonders for normal people. It puts you in hyper-focus without all the nasty side effects of smoking crack.
Cigarettes got to me in 2006. After a month-long coughing fit, I decided it was time to quit, but couldn't because they are addictive! Help!
   
Best Store
Worst Store:
 
 
The Apple Store
Kohl's
Where else can you check your email, attend a seminar, and make fun of geeks all for free? Only problem: crowds of people asking about iphones.
Sure, everything's 80% off, but only because it's throwaways from real department stores. Don't expect that discount on your returns, either.
   
Best Restaurant:
Worst Restaurant:
 
 
Madam Mam's (Austin, TX)
Fino (Austin, TX)
Chooing your delicious Thai dish is as easy as sitting at a traffic light. Red is sweet. Green is spicy. Yellow is somewhere in between. Mmmmm.
This pretentious strip mall establishment attracts only the finest wankers. Their specialty: Tiny portions of fish food and watered-down gin.
   
Best Food:
Worst Food:
 
 
Buffalo Chicken Wings
Canned Peaches
Who cares if they're messy? These tender little delights are good any time of the day, and even go with beer. I could eat about a gagillion.
Beets almost took the crown here, but peaches reign supreme as nastiest slime ball food. 4th year in a row, will it make it a 5th? Time will tell.
   
Best Hang Out:
Worst Hang Out:
 
 
Doyle's (Clinton, IA)
New York Public Library
Without anyone to impress, you can get away with anything in this local bar. Pitcher's of beer are only $2 and they don't card minors. Sweet.
A great place for A/C on a hot day, but I thought people only "shhh'd" you in movies. Even youngsters will tell you to "please keep it down."
   
Best Accesory:
Worst Accesory:
 
 
Burger King Star Wars Watch
Leggings/Tights
These reversable timepieces actually give you 2 wicked watch designs in one. Plus you can find the entire set (6 watches) on ebay for only 99¢.
I welcomed the return of the babysitters club until I saw some fat chick sporting these. Trendy snowpants would be a good compromise.
   
Best Hair-Do:
Worst Hair-Do:
 
 
Bald
Dreds
Hair in general is kind of disgusting. It's just dead cells and requires too much maintenance. Bald guys can cut their own hair and save on toiletries.
This is just plan gross. I heard that you can't even wash your hair when you have dredlocks! At least Medusa could shampoo her snakes.
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Top 5 Reviews: Movie Scenes
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TOP 5 - Movie Scenes Ever

What makes a great movie scene? A great performance? A good script? Nope: Bat-signals.

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Top 5 Reviews: Hottest Chicks
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TOP 5 - Hot Chicks

My scientists spanned decades searching for the 5 hottest chicks. Why isn't my girlfriend on it? Oops.

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Top 5 Reviews: Worst Movies
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TOP 5 - Worst Movies Ever

They make Ed Wood look like Orson Welles. They make Madonna look like Audrey Hepburn. They make me look like a huge geek for writing this.

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Cordova Concert Review - New York City
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written/reviewed by Kenny Anderson

Have you ever been at an alt-punk show? No where to stay? No where to go? I have. In the midst of the worst heat wave to hit the U.S. in years, Cordova decided to climb into their van and hit the road to New York, New York.

I wandered into The Annex just in time to sniff out some booze and make my way to the stage, but it didn't matter. There were only about 12 people there anyway (any more and I'd consider this band too popular to like). Checking out Cordova themselves, I noticed that despite the blazing heat outside, the lead singer was wearing a complete Harry Potter outfit: collared shirt, tie, sweater, and jacket. Huh? I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. It's hard to look cool when you look so hot. His band-mates were not dressed to impress in their street clothes, which did impress enna (me).

Throwing global warming to the side, Cordova announced, "We're Cordova from Pennsylvania!" Hit it. Bang! The singer accidentally dropped his Epiphone creating the loudest, ear piercing noise I've ever heard. Jim Carrey from Dumb & Dumber (who coincidentally resembles the lead singer) would be proud.
 
Let's try this again. "We're Cordova from Pennsylvania!" Hit it. The mix was off. Boo hoo wang chung fucking hell. All I heard was a loud guitar and some drum cymbals. For the 8 billionth time, a band that might be descent got ripped-off by a bad mix. All I heard was Rnaaah Naaaa Crasssshh Naaaa Na Na Na Rnaaaah Nee Crassssh! Ouch. From what I could make out, this band sounded like a cross between Cursive and The Descendents.
 
Even though I couldn't make out a single note or understand a single word, Cordova was still impressive to watch. The singer, despite rumors of being over 30 years old, had the energy of a pink bunny. He flailed wildly around the stage, nearly spearing his band-mates with every note he jammed, breaking guitar strings, and almost eating stage over and over. How he actually played the songs during his antics were beyond me, but then again, I couldn't distinguish one guitar from the other anyway. The lead guitar player was a little more chill, but crazy enough, barely surviving as the singer's guitar swung inches from his head. Matt the drummer played like a man possessed, putting his weight into each and every cymbal crassshhhh. The John Entwistle-like bass player watched the drums for cues, and could care less about the audience.

rating: 3.8 out of 10

A few songs later I finally made out a word. "Forever". Holy moly, I actually understood a single word. This jam was actually my favorite, because I could also pick out a nicely played lead guitar line over the singer's rhythm. Although, it also made me nervous that maybe it wasn't the mix that was off, but that the riffs were actually doubled most of the time, making the two guitar combo a bit pointless in this setting. Then again, I was getting a little drunk and maybe just noticing things I hadn't before, how very unprofessional of me.

Another song, then another. By now I was getting really tired of the noise. Fun to watch, not fun to hear. If I wasn't so afraid of looking like a pussy, I might have plugged my ears. But, to my surprise, Cordova's set ended after only 6 short songs. Alhamdu Allah.

After they left the stage, I sat wondering if the band was good or not. Nothing against Cordova, or any loud emo band, but they really need to consider shelling out some scratch for a small sound team and avoid playing in bars. Why spend hours writing lyrics and practicing, if it's all going to transform into mush? Even after watching Cordova for 40 minutes, I have no idea what they really sound like, but despite the weak crowd and mix, they gave it their all, and seem like very nice people. Rock. Solid.
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Foreigner Concert Review - Clinton
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written/reviewed by Kenny Anderson

'Twas a dark and stormy night. With Sully backstage meeting the band, it was time for me to hit the RBD beer tent and get my usual concert buzz started. Considering there were so many people I recognized in the crowd, I had to be slick about it. A bunch of nobodies from high school had the same idea.

Skip ahead to the concert. Seconds before the band took the stage, Sarah Stuzeski (sp?) hooked me up with her VIP pass. Front row to Foreigner baby! Immediately after taking our places at the stage, some hillbilly bitches starting complaining that they could no longer see. This is the only thing that ever sucks about being tall. In an effort to appease, I kneeled down on the railing, yet they still gave non-stop dirty looks and comments. Some people don't understand what rock concerts are all about. It's not like we were at a Barry Manilow show. This was front row to Foreigner baby!

Bang, bang, rock and roll, the band hit the stage opening up with some song that sounded pretty familiar, I think it was "Feels Like the First Time." Whatever. The odd thing I noticed was the girl to the left of the stage doing sign language to the lyrics. She didn't even have a spotlight on her, not to mention the huge festival crowd spanned the length of 2 football fields. Why would a deaf person go to Foreigner anyway?
 
The band continued on with more songs that everyone knows, but didn't know who played them: "Cold As Ice", "Long Way From Home", "Head Games", etc. The greatest thing about the concert was the crowd's reaction. Nothing is better than watching small town mullet-hicks try to sing along to verses they don't know, while double fisting Busch Light and pumping their fists in the air. Even still, I found myself doing the same thing during the choruses to these classic ballads.
 
The rocking slowed down as the Mick Jones (the only remaining original member) busted out "Starrider" from the first album. This was the best song of the night, somewhat resembling psychadelic Pink Floyd, and lasting over 10 minutes. "Starrider" actually made me want to check out some of Foreigner's other stuff (songs that aren't on the radio). Jones then introduced the band, and they all came up to to the mikes to sing an acoustic track. Lame, except it gave me a chance to see Jason Bonham (Foreigner's drummer and son of John Bonham) up close.
rating: 7.4 out of 10

As the band came back into the swing of their rock hits, I noticed that Adam had left my side, and his always-too-drunk brother John was now there. John demanded I give him my t-shirt to throw on stage, despite the staff ladies (moms of friends) telling him not to do it. Fuck it, I was wearing a rain coat anyway. In a perfect throw, he winged my t-shirt onto Thom Gimbe's shoulder, who then proceeded to keep rocking "Dirty White Boy" with my attire attached. John, naturally, got kicked out.

I also noticed that Sully never made it to the stage, and his mom came in his place. She had seen Foreigner back in the 70's so this was nothing new to her, although she really got going during "Urgent", and somehow actually knew all the words.

Considering Foreigner has so many hits, the show was dragging on a little, hit song after hit song, everyone was waiting for "Juke Box Hero" (the only song I even knew was theirs). Then it happened, the stars were in their eyes, the guitars hit, and "Juke Box Hero" was in full effect. Besides being the loudest song I've ever heard, it was somehow almost the most kick-ass. They played the chorus a few extra times to please the crowd, and I noticed that Bonham's beat had changed into something that sounded strangely familiar. Yep. Led Zeppelin's "Whole Lotta Love" a.k.a. fucking awesome. Foreigner should really consider becoming just a Zeppelin tribute band, as they rocked that song better than a million shit cover bands in I've seen in bars across the nation.
 
After the Zeppelin, Kelly Hansen looked at me and stated he was going to slow things down a bit, singing a song for anyone who was missing someone tonight. Ugghhh. Even the sign language girl was losing interest. Sully appeared just as the band started their worst song, "Waiting For a Girl Like You." At least this gave us a chance to catch up on old times, despite the hillbillies again complaining that they couldn't see.

He stayed to watch "Say You Will", and took off during the intro to "Hot Blooded", which by now was guaranteed to be their last song, due to the after-the-show-based lyrics. Even though my knees were killing me from crouching on the rail, I decided to ride it out in hopes of grabbing a guitar pick after the song. To my surprise, Bonham himself walked to the edge of the stage and threw me his signature, beaten-to-hell drumstick. Not a bad souvenir. The drunken, bitchy hillbillies behind me started complaining yet again, saying I ripped the stick out of their hands, and demanding I give it to them. My only defense was a few firecrackers in my pocket, and who knows? These PBR fans could have guns. I got the hell out of there as some lady was screaming at me about how she deserves the stick because she saw Zeppelin on the Physical Graffiti tour. Wow. Tough crowd.

Supposedly, the band was going to party at McKinley Street Tavern, but, considering they were so old and had too many damn hit songs to jam out, they were too tired to go. Oh well, I probably have nothing in common with those guys anyway. Instead, we all went over to the retard school to shoot off massive amounts of fireworks, with the stipulation that anyone could touch me for $5.
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