I just read the NYTimes review on this season's The Osbournes. I am beginning to think the poor family has bad karma. What else could it be? That's not a terribly horrid thing, but it should be taken into consideration.
The Osbournes got bad karma.
Today this made me laugh. I really like Pixar. On Saturday some friends and I agreed that those Pixar kids are most definately creating things "under the influence". Word of advice - (Sherri - you can back me up on this) WATCH ANTZ! HIGH.
Oh boy! Just what my cold Alaskan heart has been dying for. A little NYC props. This Saturday at 1pm in Brooklyn there were will be a mock Idiotarod. See Details below. You know I will be there!
when: Sat 1.24 (1pm)
where: Pedro's Bar and Restaurant (73 Jay St, DUMBO, 718.855.8910)
price: $5 per person / $25 per team
links: Event Info
description: Sure Alaskan huskies are cute, but drunken idiots are a lot funnier. This stroke-of-ignoramus reinterpretation of the famous Alaskan Iditarod dogsled race shifts the workhorse indignities from dog to human, replacing the sled with a shopping cart and the huskies with men and women. Beginning in DUMBO and ending in Union Square, teams of racers (four pullers, one rider) must hit two checkpoints along the way, but there's no specified route — it's every idiot for himself. So, get to work "finding" a cart and modifying it for increased shock absorption. It's time to pull your own weight — mush! (JKG)
Here is an account of the REAL iditarod yo!
Everybody vote this year for the Bloggie Awards!!
I would like to win for "best kept secret" The best underrepresented weblogs. I got no reps man. I have good ideas. Where's the love?
I have always wanted to make a physical map of the freckles of my body. Make everything 2 dimensional. A personal constellation chart of sorts. In fact, I would want it to be printed in Negative - Dark blue w/ each freckle would be white/glowing. Like a map of the Solar System/Universe.
One of my fave artists Tim Hawkinson, did something similar to this. He made a roller stamp out of ever part of his body – so lets take your wrist for example. Put your wrist in a plaster mold – fill the mold with the rubber stamp material – put it on a roller, and presto chango, you have a roller stamp of your wrist. Then you stamp it on paper.
So yeah, it would be kind of like that.
O yeah - it would be made in a Maude Lebowski-esque studio.
I was in FAO Shwartz this Friday with the world renowned Ms. Johnson. We were looking for things to do.
We end up flipping-off the lines at both the Wollman Rink, and Rockefeller Center. We both share a hatred for lines. That I hopefully will never loose. If my family ever wants to go to Disney world in any month other than September - they will be traveling by themselves. Vacations should not include lines. Neither should life.
So anyway - back to the dying FAO. We walk in - I had forgotten about the bankrupt thing, and didn't really think it was really in effect. Know what I mean? I thought it was just something we would be "hearing" about.
All the shelves are virtually empty. Robin looks around and says how depressed it is to be in there, but still wanted to see the Dying City. We went upstairs to Barbie world. Both of us equally curious. In Barbies place they had strollers for triplets, and dirty rugs. In Lego's place they hat tattered plastic, and a broken soldier. In candy's place they had stale gumballs and a bin of mint red/white swirly candies.
"Gross. No kid eats those mints. They are for grown-ups."
The piano from Big was Norma Desmond.
"Come on lets at least get some gum, Robin!"
"I can't because of my retainer"
"Oh - well I am going to get a piece."
So then we existed stage left, and adjusted the hypnotic FAO banter on the corner of 59th and 5th:
Welcome to our world
Welcome to our world
Welcome to our world of shelves.