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Hell's bells, our very own high unholy day approaches — and the fact that Halloween's on a Monday this year means an entire weekend of insane. Oh, why not just make it a whole week. Surely you have a week's worth of slutty Rick Perry toupee costumes in your closet? Tape 'em on crooked and check out some of the eee-vil events below, from fiendishly family friendly to naughtily "adult."

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SUPER EGO Ladies, gentleman, laaadies, and ultraviolet unicorns of the San Francisco scene: we can do better than Michael Franti as a soundtrack for OccupySF. For goddess's sake, please! Enough with the bongos, already. We've got like five Funktion One soundsystems in this city — someone hook the mother up and blast a little Masters at Work for 99-percent motivation.Read more »

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SUPER EGO Three of my favorite dance tracks this year were made by women: "What They Say" by Maya Jane Coles, "Yours" by Steffi, and "The L Word" by Deniz Kurtel. "Wow," you say. "Three whole women. That's practically a quorum!" I know, I know, but these were big underground hits as well — and it's aces that tracks by females are getting more large-scale traction. Read more »

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SUPER EGO Whew, things seem to be getting kind of straight-laced around these parts — election season and lack of funds are ratcheting up the tension, and everyone seems a tad uptight, like they're all second-guessing their status updates. What this city needs is a good, hard WTF freakend like the one ahead to loosen us up.Read more »

SUPER EGO Dear burners,

I am absolutely NOT BITTER that I couldn't join you this year. And I certainly DID NOT wrap myself in a hot-pink bedsheet, spin around until I saw Ganesh, puke up 23 packets of Tasty Bites, and throw a fistful of chickpea flour in my roommate's face, screaming “Rites of passage, bitch!” so that I could virtually burn. And then I didn't fist-pump to vintage Bassnectar, nor construct a 12-foot flashing Alexander Wang Summer 2011 fun-fur ankle strap high-heeled sandal in our foyer out of wire hangers, chicken bones, old Dell motherboards, and tuck tape. Read more »

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SUPER EGO And so, interest in user-friendly dance music has come to the point where it can support a full-fledged, all-ages, traveling arena festival tour, a kind of mid-period Lollapalooza for ravers of all stripes called Identity, which features a pretty thrilling grab bag of 35 acts in 20 cities, and rolls into Shoreline Amphitheatre on Sat/3. Well, why the hell not? It's good to go big once in a while.Read more »

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FALL ARTS PREVIEW Don't leaf me alone, pumpkin, let's get equinoxious. When it comes to dancefloor domination in the fall (or, as we San Franciscans call it, "actual summer"), I'm totally an autumn bottom. Meet me at the following harvest balls or come a cropper. Puns! (And click here for even more great parties happening this weekend, yikes.)Read more »

Detroit. Perhaps you've heard of it? Maybe someone forwarded you a link to a fascinating ruin porn slideshow of its abandoned skyscrapers and crumbled mansions. Or you've clicked on one of the innumerable feature stories about young, homesteading pioneers plowing new fields among the wind-blasted industrial decay. Maybe your grandfather has shook his head at the glory that used to be the Big Three, a multi-billion dollar auto industry now propped up by government funds. Read more »

I never regret the morning after — but sometimes the night before can stick to my face like Ragu to Tupperware, child. It's not always pretty! OK it is, but sometimes it's slightly less so. So when I heard that the nifty new vintage-groomin' F.S.C. Barber in the Mission was offering something called the Hangover Treatment facial, I leaped to try it.Read more »