Oh my!

I woke up this morning to find the birds chirping and my latest Google alerts delivered to me on a silver platter by Brad, dressed in his morning underwear which says "Morning". I read through these Google alerts on my quilted Chanel paper and was most alarmed to see this terrible blog called "Teen Fashionista."
Now, who would make a blog called "Teen Fashionista", hmm?
Of course you'll remember I wrote a post decrying these "Teen Fashionistas" a while ago. I would say "somebody did not get the memo" here, but I don't send out memos. People should simply know.

Anyway, the post called me a "ghost writer". Please, I am not Mr. Armani. I do not have a fellow from the New York Times write my post for me. I dictate them to an assistant. I am perfectly capable of speaking English, and writing in it. There is no "ghost writer" involved here. It's a disrespectful term that only hacks should be given- and I'm not a hack, I'm a whore!

This blog linked to another blog. It's supposedly written by "Andy Warhol". Unfortunately it's not written by Andy, who is as dead as Bill Blass by Lim. It's a blatant rip-off of a book actually written by dear Andy: which can be found here.
I advise you to buy the book.

Let's not get our A-cup bras in a twist about this though, hm?

More importantly, I'd like to wish happy birthday to Lynn, who turns 21 today. 21 is a good age to be! Many chic wishes to you, Lynn.

In delightful news, a new interview with me by my favourite bunny in the world has been released. Read it here.

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On Sunday, I did a panel on the Oscars with my favourite bunny, Julia. The results of this panel are here, on Julia's wonderful site.

In other bunny-related news, I'm starting up a bookclub with Julia. It will be held in one of the backrooms of my bookshop. Present an invite to the doorman, Martin. He'll be the one you can't see. We're doing mainly Murakami, Nabokov; and The Year Of Magical Thinking, by Joan Didion- it's one of my favourite books. I've read it thirty (30) times- I just say I've only read in 3 to make people think I'm slightly sane. I mean, one cannot design from a mental hospital! Well, Yves did, but not very well, hmm? I don't do mental hospital-chic very well, anyway. Far too much green for my liking. Green is not a calming colour; it is the colour of jealousy, and jealousy is rarely calm, I'm told.

Actually, I have a question for you, my loyal little cold-hearted readers. "What is jealousy?"

I'm quite serious about this question, you know. It's not all fun and games here, at Uncle Karl's Playpen. What is this jealousy thing? I've never had it. But I have figured out:
1.) Jealousy is green.
2.) Jealous is possibly a demon of some sort.
3.) Therefore jealousy is most likely from the middle ages.

There's also a nice button at the side there, very chic, no? It's for buying things with. Things such as my t-shirt. I'd much rather build a boutique to house the shirt in. Maybe I'll do that too. How many of you have jets to fly to the boutique? Helicopters too, I suppose. Thought I feel helicopters are a little low class. They're what the poor get around in. Every day, when I ride to work in my imposing chariot, I see these poor people flying around Paris in helicopters. It is not a good look, hm?