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The Jade Sphinx: Christmas Dolls at Figureworks

The Jade Sphinx: Christmas Dolls at Figureworks: Randall Harris, Director of the Figureworks Gallery in Williamsburg Brooklyn, has used a personal Christmas memory as an invitation to stretch the creativity of more than 50 artists.

The dolls are awesomely disturbing!

I wish it was a sloth's life...

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Dog

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quick stop at Balthazar, Saturday, July 19, 2014

Now I want noodles

We found a new rooftop bar!

Frike, Fraul and I went for dinner in Curry Hill and went to look for a post-dinner drink. On the way we saw this on the ground and the chalkboard sign. [NB: the entrance photos were taken on the way out. Hence the time differential.]

 At first, we were suspicious but intrigued.

But then thought to ourselves, hmmm - are we like kids being tempted into the van with candy?

And then the elevator reminded me of some scene from one of the Saw movies. I've never seen any of them, but it's what I imaged it to be. I mean, what's on the walls?

See?

And then we got to the rooftop bar, and it was beautiful! It had just opened two days ago, so it was all fresh and had that new bar smell.

Here's Fraul enjoying the bar.

Here's Frike and me - just happy that it is a bar and not a horror movie.

And what a view!

I can't remember the names of the drinks except that last one because it was mine - an italian greyhound.

There was a fire even before it got dark outside.

And here's the view as we leave.

So no scary van, no horror stories, just great drinks, friends and view. Yay!

Frannie, Frabney, Frill and Fron find me in an elevator

Nomi - still - stretch - still

Funny subject line

I got this email from WebMD with the subject line:

Cheese: What You Should Know

This subject line makes me think of emergency situations, zombie attacks, hurricanes. I wonder if it's zombie cheese.

Watching the Detectives...

I don't watch reality TV. I can't stand it. And it's not because I am being above it all, feeling superior to the raging idiots who want to be on reality TV. I know that there are some great reality shows out there with really great consequences for the people on the shows. I love Kelly Clarkson and Jennifer Hudson; and Nene Leakes turned out to be pretty damn funny as a comedic actress (granted she is just playing herself). But the other shows make me angry. I know there are a million actresses out there who want to make their mark, but is being on The Bachelor going to get you to the next step?

The real reason I don't watch reality TV is it makes me really nervous/crazy to watch those shows. I mean, the Amazing Race and Project Runway give me heart palpitations. Just thinking about them make me overwhelmed with stress. American Idol/Dancing with the Stars/The Voice take too damn long to get to the point. Dance or sing and then judge. Stop it with the bios and sad stories in between, and what's with the two days to get around to kicking people off the show? That just makes me want to throw things at the TV. Which would be bad because then I couldn't watch what I really do like: criminal dramas.

I am a crime show addict. If there is blood, people standing around waving neon lights to show traces of blood, or chasing serial killers and their minions around a dark maze of a bunker, I am there. I don't watch all of them and some come and go, e.g., Law and Order and its clones. But they are the bloody meat and potatoes of my TV watching. But I do realize the flaws in these shows. All of them are not conducted like real cases. I mean, no detective in her right mind would wear 5" heels and designer clothes running after perps like Beckett on the show "Castle" and why don't these people where booties when they enter a house where a murder took place. And why are they always touching things without gloves on?

Of course it's TV and not reality. Which is why I like it. Give me a good story. Let me suspend belief and reality for a while. There is one thing about these shows that I can't ignore. These police procedurals make it seem as if there are millions of serial killers out there. According to some stats I looked up (which probably alerted the Feds) there are possibly a couple of thousand worldwide. Of course, there are probably many who haven't crossed anyone's radar. But not the impossible number which Criminal Minds have identified and caught each episode. But of course, it's TV. Suspended belief. Except for the Following - that show seriously creeps me out.

It's so cute, my head exploded.

(c) Boo

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Pharrell - Happy (Puppy & Doggy Version) by The Pet Collective

The Universe

LOLcats

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Texting Out Loud Is a Thing Now

I was at UCB Upright Citizens Brigade last night with Fren and Frike. There was this woman and her friend who were "unknowingly" cutting the line behind us. When they were told that they had to go stand at the back of the 2nd line (like Disney World), one of the women literally said, "W. T. F." Jen, Mike, the couple next to us and I just had to say, "L. O. L. O. L."

Nomi turned 3

Around this month, Nomi was born. I adopted her at about 1.5 years old and she was the shyest, most skittish cat. Here's her photo from the Humane Society of New York.

And she was tiny - only 7 lbs and skinny.  And scared.

As requested, I had her in the bathroom for a couple of days to acclimate to noises. She found me a curious thing.

Then she got used to my apartment but liked to hide in in tight spaces.

And then she got comfortable enough to sleep on the couch.

And then she got real comfortable.

And fat.

And loving...in her own way. She's affectionate on her terms and doesn't seem to know how to play by herself. I have to be the cat toy holder. But she's a sweet, natured cat who lets me torture her by cleaning her ears, clipping her nails and brushing every day with no problems. And she doesn't spray anything or poop outside her litter box.  She also lets me carry her like a baby for at least five or more minutes. It's really weird because I don't think that's typical cat behavior. But I'll take it. All of these things are thumbs up for me.

Look at that face. with half a mustache.

She really did get big.

And goofy.

I love that she folds her paws under her face. She actually sleeps with one paw over her eyes. It's ridiculously adorable.

I flown with her twice to Florida (with no problems - quiet and hasn't peed or pooped in her carrier. I've had the people sitting next to me who had no idea I had a cat in the space underneath the chair in front of me) where she hides under things for most of the visits, but that last time, she came out to get a sewing lesson from Mrs. Kim.

She did grow up...and out. (Note: She's only 12 lbs and her vet says she is fine, but it's a lot of love to carry.)

But she's moving on from teen to adult gracefully. Unless she is bored and then she cries at her loudest at 4 AM. I would say I think I would keep her, but honestly she is the master. I am just the help.

Happy birthday, Nomi! Lubs you :)

Sesame Street: I Can Remember

One of my favorite Sesame Street videos.

From Cheezburger

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In Cleveland at Big Fun

I went to visit my bro, SIL and nephews in Cleveland for T-day and we went to this place called Big Fun, which was big fun.

Before Big fun, we passed this hair salon called Crazy Mullets.  AWESOME NAME!

Big Fun is a store chock full of fun things. Hence the name.  Big Fun.  Reminded my brother and I of Spencer Gifts, which turns out is still around! 

The window had an AT-AT holiday window.

And someone bought this hat while we were there.

And I couldn't help myself.  I bought Oriental Barbie.