Yay! Yule come early. Now I will no longer have to travel under the constant threat of ending up inadvertently visiting an uncool location or buying something I didn't know was hideous. It ruins one's entire vacation when one ends up somewhere un-trendy and has to mingle with the un-organic proletariat with their split ends and their wrong dogs and their size 8 pants and their boots from last year. As always, Gwyneth to the rescue.
Surprise! This week, goop arrives on a Tuesday. I have always dreamed of finding a city guide that would be just right for me, like a trusted friend whose opinion you knew you could count on. After years of being steered in the wrong direction by bribed concierges, biased opinions and just plain bad suggestions, I decided to create what I had been missing: The goop City Guide! We begin with New York City and you can expect many more over the coming months. This app will be your resource for the tried and tested of the best and coolest of Manhattan (and Brooklyn, and a bit of Queens, the Bronx and New Jersey). After a lot of careful curation and hard work, our first ever app (that will update from time to time with the freshest, most cutting-edge info) is ready for purchase on the App Store! Love, gp
Or perhaps I'll just continue getting my advice here:
Neither am I, but I would pretend to be in order to hold his hand and calm him down. This is from The New York Times' Frequent Flier column:
"People who watch “Torchwood,” or actually any show, associate the characters on it with the actors. So when people see me at an airport or on the plane with them, they don’t see John Barrowman, the actor. Instead, they expect me to have a lot of the same qualities as my character, Capt. Jack Harkness, the immortal, time-traveling guy and leader of a secret organization called Torchwood that saves the world from aliens. I get it. But, man, I’m not that guy. When the show was moved to the United States with Starz this year, I was flying back and forth from Britain a lot while I was looking for a home in the States. I’ve actually had seatmates ask me to hold their hands during rocky flights. I oblige, but little do they know that I’m really the guy who wants to scream for my mom to hold my hand. I do find helping someone else calms me down. As does alcohol. I fly Virgin Atlantic a lot and the service is always incredible. The attendants really believe in customer service. But they believe in it so much it was almost a problem for me. The flight I was taking was really turbulent and an attendant could see that I was getting nervous. She came over to me and was being really solicitous. Passengers were looking at me kind of weird, like, “What’s wrong with this guy?” I finally asked her if she could grab a magazine and pretend she was showing me something. There’s always that fear that some sci-fi fan is on board and will shoot video and plaster it up on YouTube with me whimpering like a 2-year-old girl. The producers might frown on that. I do, however, love our fans, and don’t mind signing autographs in airports or on planes. Several years ago, I was flying from London to Orlando. Most of the passengers were on holiday for Easter weekend. There were tons of children on board. The attendant came up to me and said passengers saw me come on the plane and were talking about me. During the flight, the attendants were going to do some games and raffles with the kids. She wondered if I would help out and play the role of Captain Jack. It was a lot of fun, especially when they asked me to make an announcement as Captain Jack. I got on the speaker and said: “Ladies and gentleman, this is Captain Jack Harkness. Welcome. Let me assure you, there are no aliens on board.” I think I heard a couple of folks muttering, “Thank God.” The kid’s drawing contest was pretty funny, since a few of them drew Captain Jack with the Easter Bunny. Maybe that will make it on a show. Science-fiction fans have very strong opinions about things. Actually, everything. A lot of characters on our show have been killed. Well, actually, everyone but me and Eve [the actress Eve Myles] has been killed off. When Ianto Jones, my love interest, died last season, a lot of fans were really angry. I was flying in Britain on a small puddle-jumper and was seated next to a fan. Everything was great and the guy seemed really polite. Then he started talking about Ianto, and wouldn’t stop. I wanted to say, “Dude, seriously, Ianto’s not real.” But didn’t. I also wanted to throw myself out the window. But unlike Captain Jack, I’m not immortal, so that wasn’t an option either.'
By John Barrowman, as told to Joan Raymond.
And let's not waste an opportunity to watch this again even though it has nothing to do with anything.
This is very exciting. Or possibly just another distraction orchestrated by Tiger Woods to take the media glare off him.
"Residents in the north of Norway mystified by a bizarre UFO that flashed over the sky. Pictures and video footage of the strange swirling blue light in the sky do not help much in the way of determining what caused the UFO. The description of how it happened is pretty incredible: The phenomenon began when what appeared to be a blue light seemed to soar up from behind a mountain. It stopped mid-air, then began to circulate. Within seconds a giant spiral had covered the entire sky. Then a green-blue beam of light shot out from its centre - lasting for ten to twelve minutes before disappearing completely."
Malene’s interests and hobbies include Schadenfreude, sci-fi and fantasy (good and bad alike), hilarious hair pieces, age-inappropriate celebrity crushes, messed-up starlets, waiting for the next Star Trek movie, hating Björk, creative profanity, disobedient robots, fake celebrity relationships, post-apocalyptic dread, singing super-villains, baseball, David Beckham (but only when he keeps his mouth shut), vampires and knitting tiny sweaters for her seven cats. That’s not true. Maybe.
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