It seems like every time I open my phone, I'm bombarded with another celebrity announcing their new podcast. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good podcast. I find them informative, entertaining and a great way to pass the time.
As a self-proclaimed dessert enthusiast, I'm always trying to elevate classic treats. Lately, I've been obsessed with perfecting the humble ice cream sandwich. (Cuz it's been hella hot here in WeHo.)
I enjoy sleeping in but my partner likes waking up early. Every time he wakes up early, the movement also wakes me up and then I can't get back to sleep. What's the compromise for this situation?
Phoenix's The Churchill is a community gathering place made up of local entrepreneurs, foodies and old shipping containers. And when those team up, magic happens!
I don't know about you, but I've noticed a peculiar phenomenon engulfing our lives: we've become utterly, irrevocably, photo crazy. It's not just about capturing special moments anymore; it feels like we're documenting every single mundane breath we take. And frankly, I'm starting to wonder if this endless stream of digital documentation is actually enriching our lives, or just creating a massive, overwhelming digital black hole.
Here at Buff Loft, we all have our quirks. Somehow Collin loses shoes (or a shoe -- how do they separate?). Gabe seems to always have more used coffee cups on his desk than anyone else. As for outside the office, Drew has made a name for himself for all the wrong reasons.
We live in a hyper-connected world, a world seemingly glued to our screens, endlessly scrolling through the curated realities presented by social media. It’s become so ingrained in our daily lives that the mere suggestion of its absence might be met with outrage and cries of censorship. But I ask you, have we truly considered the potential benefits of a society unshackled from the grip of these platforms? Would outlawing social media, as radical as it sounds, really be a bad thing?
As a kid, did you ever pour chocolate syrup into your cereal to make it chocolate milk with your Lucky Charms? Anyone? Anyone?? OK, just me. Whatever.
I have an allergy to dogs but my partner always volunteers us to dog-sit. He's always wanted a dog but we don't have time to take care of one full time and my allergies make it unbearable. I end up having to stay in the basement the entire time we have a dog over. Should I say something to him?
I’ve been a silent observer (and occasionally, a bewildered participant) in a particular brand of human interaction that honestly, just tickles my funny bone. I’m talking about the high-drama, low-effort tactics people employ when they want to end an argument, or rather, declare an argument over, usually with themselves as the undisputed victor.
It's widely known that there are two dogs at Buff Loft. While the golden retriever and husky live mostly with their parents across the building and far away from us, they spend a lot of time with our group throughout the day -- especially when the dog parents are out of town. (And they travel a lot!)
Yukon. Just the name evokes images of rugged wilderness, towering peaks and a land steeped in history. I’d dreamt of visiting this remote corner of Canada for years, drawn by its raw beauty and the promise of untamed adventure. And let me tell you, my recent flight-seeing experience through Kluane National Park didn't just meet my expectations, it completely shattered them.
Lately, I've had this nagging thought, this ever-present question bubbling beneath the surface of every news report and political commentary I consume. It’s a thought that, frankly, leaves me more confused than ever about how our government actually works, and I suspect I’m not alone.
Two things you don't normally combine: coffee and soup... until now! Really. Don't give me that look.
My partner wants to have sex in public in the hopes of getting caught. It's too risky for me but should I do it anyway?
Ah, Collin. Where do we even begin? Let's just say that if life in Buff Loft were a sitcom, he'd be the lovable, well-intentioned goofball that keeps the audience in stitches.
I'm struck by a disturbing trend. It seems like everywhere I look, parents are relying more and more on phones and technology to teach, entertain and even soothe their kids.
Dawson City, Yukon: it's like being on an old Western movie set. Bars feel like an old-timey cowboy hangout, local guides dressed in period garb. It's like time travel. Really, though, it is.
My boyfriend has two workout buddies that are incredibly hot. I'm a little bit jealous and find myself staring at them from across the gym and watching them to make sure it doesn't go anywhere between them. Should I keep watching from the corner of my eye or say something?
We’ve all heard of them: the five love languages. (At least, single people have. Our married bosses hadn't.)
It's no secret that we're kinda health nuts here on Team Buff. Sure, we enjoy some boozy-boozy drinky-drinks but we also spend more hours in the gym than we do slamming the hard stuff. (Leave your filthy mind out of this.)
I’ve had an epiphany recently, a moment of clarity that connects two seemingly disparate observations: the astronomical rise in digital ad revenue for giants like YouTube, Facebook and Instagram, and the bafflingly irrelevant ads that pollute my own feeds. And honestly, it boils down to something both simple and infuriating: a significant chunk of these platforms’ burgeoning wealth comes from advertisers who are, quite frankly, throwing away their money.
Nashville is formally known as Music City but there's something about the zoo that makes me think it's also Animal City. Amazing experience!
A new fitness product gets Team Buff excited because, well, we're a little obsessed. If it's not something for our hair or skin, it's for our muscles. (Nothing wrong with remaining pretty!)
