apparently even cher is weighing in on the octomom:
"I'm so negative against her. She just shouldn't have any of those children as far as I'm concerned...She acts like someone who is not of this world. It's like, 'hello come down to planet earth with the rest of us'."
in honor of her 50th birthday (i guess that's why she's also hanging on facebook), newsweek took a look at bizarro barbies of the past. my fave is the pooper scooper barbie:
after her dog tanner does his biz, barbie use her "nifty magnetic pooper scooper" to put it in the bin. check out other oddball barbies here.
remember when barbie was hanging out in malibu with skipper in her dream house? today she's has fierce blunt bangs, is hanging out on facebook and looking to be my BFF. sigh.
monday night i headed down to tribeca for dinner at the austrian "blaue gans" (blue goose) restaurant for some schnitzel, spätzle and chocolate crêpe lollipops to rival david burke. yummy!
28. What trip would you most like to take in your lifetime?
there are a loads of places i want to see...mt. rushmore, japan, alaska, australia, etc.
but if we are talking trip of a lifetime here, i have to go antarctica for sure. yes, cold. yes, desolate. but, i've always been fascinated by the place. maybe one day...
this afternoon i went down to DUMBO to the brooklyn flea pop-up market. normally out in fort greene, the flea has moved to a pair of vacant indoor spaces for the winter.
i found a great pitcher for my collection. and JS picked up a few treats for herself as well.
today i went to the guggenheim, which i haven't been to in years - i even became a member today. if you like abstract/conceptual art like i do, the current exhibition, "the third mind: american artists contemplate asia 1860-1989" is fab.
thanks to JS - frequent TFAAF reader/commenter and frequent live event video recorder - i have a brief clip of the one & only Sir Barksalot to cherish.
i must day, the scrolling text and color commentary really is a great touch!
one of my biggest pet peeves is seasonally inappropriate footwear. case in point, the woman on the subway yesterday i open-toed shoes. (see poor snapshot above).
granted, it was unseasonably warm yesterday - a high of 65º. but, it's fricken' FEBRUARY, people. wrong.
while i can't get behind those ridonk costumes she wore to the grammies (granted, preggers on her due date), i can't get enough of this jam on my ipod.
DOG SHOW! why yes, it was the 133rd annual westminster kennel club dog show at MSG tonight. best in show is tomorrow, but i think tonight's session still counts as a night out on the town.
it's worked out that work is even contributing to my year of new york city. just moved desks to a corner cubicle looking down broadway to times square. p diddy (or whatever he goes by now) even has my back.
27. Would you rather have a great wardrobe or an amazing car?
i'm neither a clothes person, nor a car person. but, i'd have to choose clothes. not just because I don't have much use for one in NYC. it's just that i've never been into cars.
i have always driven any P.O.S. car that was handed down to me - the maroon chevy caprice family station wagon, the grey oldsmobile nicknamed "the silver bullet," the pink "champagne supernova" lebaron & the lavender ford probe that came with insta-car payments.
hmmm...actually...on second thought, i'll pick an amazing car. it's about time.
when did starbucks become a middle school lunchroom? i counted 14 girls in 3 cliques at around 11.30. and while i'm at it, vanilla bean frappuccinos & marble loaf does not a well balanced meal make.
OK, i don't portend to have much fashion sense. but, today i was walking behind a woman that had on: acid-washed jeans with a rip in the ass, gold hot pants underneath exposed, blue hoodie and a gold lamé fanny pack. when good hipsters go bad.
today, pre-superbowl party, i squeezed in the Whitney Museum of American Art. the highlight for me was their "Synthetic" exhibition, looking at modernists use of acrylics and other synthetic media. unfortch, only one floor's worth, but i enjoyed all the same.
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If you hang around long enough, you will end up running the place.
It was basically like a set-up. They didn't tell us nothing, we didn't think nothing, because basically we are innocent. We don't know nothing about this drugs and stuff, we don't know nothing.
It's all coming together, everything is going global.
Kiki loves you.
Note to self
Nothing beats Touché
Redunc/Ridic/Ridonks
Some days you're the pigeon and some days you're the statue.
Speaking of eye patches...
That was a Spitalfields story.
That's just how we roll.
Too much seeing of the people.
Totes
Touch Kiki!
Touching We(e) - best strategy ever. Ever!
Tune into life, [insert name here].
We've found ourselves on a trail of bullsh*t.
Well, it's technically creative.
What I like to do is...
Who the hell is this muppet?
You'll see Venus and Serena, in the Wimbledon Arena.