Manager's meeting must've gone something like this:
"Hey guys, a lot of customers have been saying our new logo looks too much like our neighborhood gourmet shop. Any thoughts on what to do?"
"Uh, why don't we just paste white squares over the green stars?"
A friend dragged me to a spin class once. Once. It wasn't so much the taint pain that made me rage-y, but the instructor kept spouting faux-spriational crap like, "In this room, you're not a mother, you're not a wife, and you're not an employee!" Seriously, is that supposed to help me ride a bike to nowhere faster? Also? They lock your feet into the pedals. I am sure there's a very easy way to unlock your feet, but the instructor neglected to show me how to do it before she started the class. And, yeah, the taint pain.
As you likely know, and as FIPS has often noted, legendary actor Sir Patrick Stewart has been living among us Slopers for almost two years now. The Knight of Kings County (no one calls him that, by the way) has displayed his charming sense of humor throughout his residency, playing on his fame and joking about his adopted neighborhood, in wnyc pledge drive pitches, snapping selfies all over town with Waiting For Godot costar and bestie, Sir Ian McKellan, and most recently, talking to press at IWC’s Tribeca Film Festival party, joking that he wants to institute a stroller ban in Park Slope, that in fact, he and former Mayor Bloomberg had begun such an initiative.
HAHA! Good one, Sir Pat! See what he did there? He gently mocked Park Slope with appropriate local references (strollers, kale), he poked a little fun at former Mayor Bloomberg and his bans on smoking and torso-sized sodas, and he showed himself to be a good sport.
In case you spent all week wishing Joffrey suffered a hell of a lot more, here's a roundup of juicy FIPS news that graced the pages of our blog this week: