Blog Report-Jessica Simpson on the Superficial, Wonk'd sees John Kerry, Cool Hunting, Hulk Hogan's Spawn and choice sentiments overheard in NYC-Fashiontribes blog & podcast

The best part of my job is that, while all of you corporate/fashionista gluttons for punishment have to figure out new ways to sell the same old, same old, I get to look at what's going on in virtual reality.  Virtual reality doesn't mock you when your ideas are slightly wonky or belittle you for tardiness.  For that I am very,very grateful. 

Since I spend my days surfing web-world, I of course have picks for my currently favorite-ish blog entries:

• Defamer offers up this tasty morsel regarding Fred Durst's currently on the market Hollywood Hills pad: visiting it (even for an open house) gives you the skeev.  Famous for it's, uh, home videos (translation:sex on tape), the mish-mosh of design details (marble in the bathroom, concrete on the floor, 30's moderne spots left over from it's original building period) certainly sounds like it makes a fun romp.  Too bad the kitchen sucks.
• The Superficial reports that Jessica Simpson eats kittens and maims small children.  Ok, maybe she's not that bad, but she apparently does beat people with a stick when on a movie set.  The world's most addictive blog reports that Ms. Simpson mistook a guy on set during the taping of the Dukes of Hazzard for a stunt man, and repeatedly beat him with a stick.  No word on whether that man was Nick Lachey.
• Wonkette brings us the return of Wonk'd,the D.C. version of Gawker Stalker,  which is super-fabulous for anyone who enjoys politico-type sightings.  Jenna Bush, Jim Lehrer and the big guy (aww, we love you Mr. Kerry) abound.  The best, for me personally? James Carville checking out the sports section in Old Town(man, I love that guy)!
• Verbose Coma proves that those Itralians are an the crazy juice even more than our compatriots in the Bible Belt.  Sure, Jesus has come to our sandwiches and bed linens...but over yonder, in Acerra near Naples, their marble Virgin Mary Statues dance.  The Tarantella.  Ok, we believe you...(I kid because I love, and I can because I am part of their blood).
• Sneaker freak much?  Cool Hunting reveals the first pics of graf artists of note Stash and Futura's collaboration with our lovely friends over at 255, the Nike ID space in NoLiTa.  Us peons can only play around with color, but apparently if your cool enough you can design a logo to be slapped on your shoe of choice.  Ah, it must be nice at the top.
• No, Cityrag, you aren't the last kids on the block to find Stuff On My Cat. We are.  And we thank you kindly for leading us into the absurdest world of people who find joy in putting flip flops and breakfast plates on their feline friends.
• While we are singing your praises, cityrag,  we must also thank you for the good grace of leading us to 44 pages of portrait tattoos.  That's right-from your dog to a picture of a young Charles Manson(when someone asks you to PERMANENTLY emblazon a young Charles Manson upon their flesh, might you want to call the Feds?) people really do feel their shoulders, legs, and backs are the best place to immortalize a loved one.
• In the guaranteed to make you swoon department, The National Zoo's adorable ball of furry fluff, a baby Giant Panda, is officially a boy.  Thanks, Gothamist, for melting our little hearts with all of the details.
• Snapping back to trashy reality, Starletto laments Brooke Hogan's somewhat bleak future in an open letter that will give you the giggles.  I actually think maybe she's even too trashy to be a circa 1988 GNR fan.  Not that we have an opinion-I don't even really understand who Brooke Hogan is.
• Ah, gem of all gems.  Walking around this city, you hear all kinds of stupid things.  People ask you dopey questions.  And you learn to numb your brain to it.  It becomes the fuel of anecdotes told at booze-y parties. Or your ticket to Internet fame.  Submitting to Overheard in New York is a great usage for cracked out statements you "accidentally" overhear.  One time at the Guggenheim (when they pulled in their international collection) I heard a girl say, about Joseph Albers "Oh, my, this guy really likes squares, huh?".  In case you don't understand the idiocy of that comment, here are a few works by Mr. Albers:
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            I also once overheard one dippy girl asking another if the Towers of Light to mark September               11th were pollution.  Uh-huh.
        I particularly like this exchange, because it either makes me hate all tourists or all humans in                 general.  I keep flip-flopping as to where I stand.

-Rachel