FIPS ToDo's

*Dream of some generous reader offering me a spare ticket to the Paley Center's "Same City, New Borough: The Real World Does Brooklyn" event (Curbed).

*See if one of the mom commenters on the "Do Stay At Home Moms Really Work That Hard?" post will let me borrow a kid so I can go to the Natural History Museum's sleepover thing (Newyorkology).

*Freak the fuck out over the new upcoming jacksons documentary (Buzzfeed).

*Time Out NY is up for sale...anyone wanna go halvsies? (sidenote: anyone else looking to give FIPS a 25 millie infusion? bring it) (Cityfile).

*Make sure you are included in the coolest art project of all time: an attempt to draw every person in NYC (Gothamist).

*If this does not touch and amaze you, you have a big gaping hole where your heart once was (Buzzfeed).

Secret Science Club 2Nite @Union Hall

"The Secret Science Club is back, and tonight Neuroscientist Carl Hart (ed note: CUTE!) will lead a lecture on “Methamphetamine: A Good Drug Gone Bad.” The Associate Professor of Psychology at Columbia University, and Director of the Methamphetamine Research Laboratory at the New York State Psychiatric Institute will focus on understanding neurobehavioral and physiological effects of psychoactive drugs in humans."

If your brain is broke like me, u should probs check it out.

8 p.m.
Union Hall
702 Union St
Free

(via Gothamist)

I *Know* Notorious B.I.G is Dead...and Probs Wasn't Very Funny. But I Follow Him on Twitter Anyway, and U Really Should Too

Le sigh.

I know I raved about Shaquille O'Neil and his mad ass twittering the other day, but I've officially got myself a new twit-session (twitter + obsession), and its everyone's fave BK son, dead rapper Notorious B.I.G.

I can't fucking get enough.

Yes I realize its totally bizarre that I've taken to peering into the world of (and interacting with!) a fake dead rap superstar, but I don't know...I sorta can't stop myself (for srs).

I mean, how in the Christ am I supposed to resist shit like this:

or my personal fave:

I mean, come AWN! I have zero clue what it actually means to "fuck up a snitch," (like a snitch as in someone who calls the po po on you?) but damn if I don't want to try it now cuz Biggie's doin it.

The dude even watches the fucking HILLS (!!)

And the Shiba Inu puppy-cam!
Oh, and he gets political too:
I mean, as far as fake personas go, you have to admit that the dude is pretty badass: witty, endearing, and predictable (yes), but with a "fuck you" tude that gets me every time.

Do you twitter?

If so, you must join this fucking party stat (and while you're at it follow F.I.P.S here).

BREAKING: Park Slopers are Fat...and Also Stupid

Read the deets here.

(Also, yes I did fucking take note that we live in a "nutritionally correct" neighborhood, whatever the fuck that means, because of the mere existence of the Park Slope Food Coop. Yet again, the Food Coop saves the day and makes us all feel better about ourselves. Yay).

(via Jezebel)

FIPS ToDo's

*Look for a winter vacation rental on the Park Slope Parents real estate board (I'm digging the house in Woodstock, maybe?)(PSP).

*Buy cheap gas in brooklyn (oh wait...I don't have a car..nevermind) (Daily News).

*Check out Sidecar's new comedy sketch show at the Brooklyn Lyceum tomorrow night (Brooklynian).

*Buy all the holiday shit you need to get during the Snowflake Celebration: 150 local Park Slope shops are open late, having big ass sales, and allegedly serving hot cocoa (hells, yeah) (Buy in Brooklyn).

*Scream "yay" over the fact that Paul Rudd is one of the most rocking-est celeb-human's on the planet, and celebrate the fact that now this information is confirmed (Ricky Van Veen).

*Hope my husband never hears about these nifty "virtual wives" (or, alternatively, order the maid for myself ) (Jezebel).