I just realized that the term "nailed it!" can have two meanings. Well, three. But despite my naughty word outburst yesterday, this IS still a mostly family-friendly establishment, and the third meaning is a little TOO family-friendly, IF you KNOW what I'm SAYING.
Sorry, my caps lock HAS DEVELOPED A MIND of its OWN.
AND I'VE ALSO BEEN DRINKING.
Where was I?
No, I mean yesterday: where was I? Because I'm guessing these feathers came from somewhere.
Perhaps I should start again.
So. "Nailed it." It can mean, "What ho! I have successfully accomplished my intended endeavor!" *OR* it can mean you hit something with your car.
Pay attention now, because this is a very long setup for a very flat punchline:
NAILED IT.
THANKS TO ANN LEE, who I'm hoping can tell me what kind of bird sheds strawberry-scented feathers. And glitter. And...oh. Waaaaiiit....
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"What do you need a 5 pack of assorted body glitters for?"
[Note: Today's post contains a mildly bad word, because I put it in to make John laugh and then he said it was too funny to take out. Please parent accordingly.]
According to Urban Dictionary, a unicorn chaser is anything that "serves as a cleansing of the palate after a viewer has been subjected to a distasteful internet image or experience." If you've ever mistakenly clicked a link that showed you something really disgusting, like clown porn or those prairie dresses from Target, then you know what I'm talking about.
You used to be able to buy a Unicorn Chaser from ThinkGeek (RIP), thought they never mentioned what it tasted like. I'm guessing moonbeams and Oreo filling, because I can't imagine anything that tastes better than that, except maybe Oreo filling without the moonbeams. But it might taste like green Skittles, which would be disgusting, and then you'd need another chaser for your Unicorn chaser. Which would be both sad and kind of filling.
Look, my point is that these clouds look like shit:
No, wait. That wasn't my point at all.
My point is, Unicorn horns: Do they really need a point?
Or can they just be a giant lump like a cartoon head injury? Or a large pile of bird doo-doo?
And do unicorns need heads, or can they just puke rainbows directly out of their necks?
Assuming they still have a horn jammed in there somewhere, I mean?
True Story: As I was typing "do unicorns need heads" just now, I could totally hear one of you saying, "Why would a unicorn need a bathroom at sea?" And I was all, "WAIT FOR ME TO FINISH THE QUESTION, IMAGINARY WISE-GUY READER." And then you were all, "Gee, sorry," and I was able to move on after eating a spoonful of Oreo filling for recovery purposes.
This unicorn-pooping-cupcakes cake is adorable, and I won't have any of you speaking a WORD against it.
Unless you want to comment on the wonky elongated nipple/leg. That I'd be ok with.
And finally, you know how when you visit a friend or relative, and you break something, and you just lay the broken bits down like they're not broken and hope nobody notices until a few days after you leave? No?
Ok, how about this:
You know how when you can't get a cake unicorn head to stand up on its own, so you just break it off and plop it back down on the body at an unnatural angle and pretend it's supposed to look like that?
o.0
[backing away slowly]
If anyone needs me, I'll just be over here eating Oreo fillings in the moonlight. Just as soon as I find a picture of the moon for my computer screen.
Hey Laura B., Andrea & Anne Marie, Joshanna R., Robin E., & Samantha S. - why the long face and creepy demon eyes?
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P.S. Oh! For you minions who have both a pool and a sense of style:
I love - LOVE - old cake photos. Not the pretty magazine ones, of course, but the yellowing snapshots of children's birthday cakes from 20 or 30 years ago. They're a total blast from the past, and even when they're all lopsided and misspelled and ridiculously wrecky, you just can't help but love them.
Like Sarah's here, from the 80s:
It's a one-armed Care Bear, of course. Holding a pair of lips. Stomping on something that is almost, but not quite, entirely unlike grass.
Compare that with today's Care Bear cakes, and you'll find we've come a looong way, baby:
Oh, how we've grown.
Of course, the only thing better than vintage cake photos are vintage cake photos with the birthday kids in them:
That's CW reader Amanda P. with her cousin Ryan, and she tells me no one noticed his "Ghostbusters"cake was misspelled until her mom uploaded this pic to Facebook ... 22 years later. THIS IS WHY THE INTERNET EXISTS, PEOPLE. To pick apart our childhood memories. And to make me jealous of 4-year-old boys' TMNT t-shirts.
(I also like to think Amanda is dressed as a sailor as a subtle Stay Puft homage, because, c'mon, how awesome would that be?!)
If you're wondering what you get today when you order a Ghostbusters cake, though:
Kristen's husband picked up this "Ghostbusters cake," but neither of them have an explanation.
(Maybe it's supposed to be Slimer? Maybe?)
Still debating if that's worse than this one, though:
YOU. We're ready to believe... YOU. C'mon, bakers, don't you have the entire script of Ghostbusters memorized like the rest of us? I mean, REALLY.
Ok, just one more, in reverse. Here's a "modern" Barbie doll cake:
Come for the ridiculous sinking Barbie, stay for the bonus crotch photo bomb.
And here's the way most of us gals remember them from our childhood:
Ok, so maybe we'll call this one a draw.
Thanks to Sarah R., Tina H., Amanda P., Kristen C., Tiffany G., Linda G., & Celeste R. for the memories.
According to The Repository Of All Knowledge And Wisdom In Our World (aka, Wikipedia) today might be a Valentines-ish type of day in some remote corner of the world or potential worlds. In fact, I'm almost 63% sure that today is, in fact, "Kissing Day" in the western region of Estonia.
Or was that on Epsilon Ceti B II?
Whichever, the point is that I can post old Valentine's cakes without fear of the "fact" police getting all up in my cakey "business."
Now, kiss me, you piece of...chocolate!
After all, you alone hold my heart:
Not to mention my bowels.
What, still not convinced? Then allow me to inscribe a few sweet nothings for you.
[wink]
[finger gun]
[double wink + finger gun combo]
[licking fingers and smoothing eyebrows]
SO...are you a puddle of oozing desire yet?
No?
Ok, time to break out the big guns:
[tongue waggle]
(You know, whether you read that as a command or an adjective, it's equally romantic.)
[tiger pose]
[duckface]
Need I say more?
Yeah. I didn't think so.
Thanks to Meagan M., Greg M., Kimberly B., Amber T., Natsk, Amy I., Rebekah K., Michael D., & Kyra, who always talk smack when they're feeling peckish, but still refuse to give me any lip.
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P.S. Then there's the most romantic phrase of all for my fellow gamers:
See, I like you. I really do. Your icing? Awesome. Your cheesecake pies? Beyond nummy. And every time I cruise your aisles at my local store there's nary a wreck to be found.
UNTIL NOW.
Exhibit A: A few weeks ago, I received a picture of your new "Cinnamon Candy Creme Cake":
AKA, "The Sticky Pustule Bundt of DOOOOM!Now with more Herpes!"
Now don't get me wrong, PB. (Can I call you PB? 'Cuz I'm gonna call you PB.) Every bakery has an off day. But then I got a few more of these Pustule Poppin' pastries, and I started wondering: is this going to be a "thing?"
A nasty, nasty "thing?"
Just to be sure, I went to my local Publix - my own flesh and blood, so to speak - and imagine my horror, PB, when I found this on the featured end cap:
NooOOoooOOoo!
So here's what I propose, PB: You stop making the polyp'ed wonder here, and I'll stop thinking how much it reminds me of my dermatologist's office posters.
Deal?
Thanks to Marlissa D. and Amanda G. for reminding to wear sunscreen today. And to always use protection. And to maybe have a salad for lunch.
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P.S. Never in my wildest fever dreams would I think my goofy little cake blog would educate me this thoroughly on "pimple patches." Have y'all heard of these?
I thought these were basically camouflage stickers, ha, but apparently they're much better than that. Click on the customer photos at your own risk, but dang, fascinating stuff!
I promise I *did* look for Sweets from some of Henson's other work - the Dark Crystal, Fraggle Rock, and my personal favorite, Labyrinth - but all I found worth mentioning (and that I haven't posted before) was this doorknocker from Labyrinth:
Yes, it's really cake! I actually have the matching set of Labyrinth knockers on the closet doors in my office (photo here) so I was especially smitten to see one rendered so well in cake.
So getting back to the Muppets, here are two more of my favorites (and who I'd also love to have on my desk):
Beaker and Dr. Honeydew! The baker calls this a "baby shower cake for a mom-to-be who is more into science than babies." (Note the H2O molecule on the border.) Brilliant!
And finally, since I don't have a cake version of him for you, here's the Swedish Chef demonstrating the proper use of the "cäkenschmööscher."
Tired of the same ol' "Happy Birthday"s, "Congraderaultions", and "I Want Sprinkles?" Then consider these inspiring sentiments the next time you order a cake.
Perfect for the neighbor kid's party!
Assuming you're moving soon, of course.
Here's a solid, any-occasion choice:
Although it's especially effective when dropped off anonymously in the office break room.
For when the get-well and sympathy cards just seem too namby-pamby.
Because you can never be too specific.
I think I speak for Amy & Claudia when I say: that had better be chocolate.
There's this new "budget-friendly" home insurance plan around: It doesn't actually cover any losses, but you do get this nice cookie cake:
If only all bad news were delivered via cake. Can you imagine?
"He's breaking up with me?? Why that lousy, rotten, om nom nom ooh, hey! Raspberry filling!"
Thanks to Anony M., Kris K., Lauren M., Gal N., Amy D., & Melissa K., who might go back to cards after this.
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P.S. Prepare for a triple dose of "Awww," because LOOK HOW CUTE:
This teeny pocket-sized dragon comes in a bunch of different styles: wearing aviator goggles, nursing a singed wing, even skateboarding, heh. It's hard to pick a favorite; they're all so stinking adorable!
* Shelves are fairly well stuffed. The other brackets have arrived, so we can go get more boards and tiny hardware at our convenience. * There is now Shelf in the living room. Things are going in it. * Household tidying progresses. * Today I filled boxes for 13 weeks of my morning and evening pills. It feels like it took less time than usual, but I think that's a trick of the light. I think I usually start later in the day, and keep going until it's dark. It took about four and a half hours; I try to allocate at least 5. * This means that I've got pills packed until sometime in September. Go, me? * Juneteenth is tomorrow! * Turns out that being a director at a certain kind of non-technical organization means that you spend evenings face-down in the user interface level of a misbehaving database. I am chockablock with sympathy. * Yellface is adorable, and likes to spend the part of the day when I'm awake but still in bed sitting on my legs. * Had games and pizza with friends last week; they've got a young-ish teeneager placed with them right now. She wasn't up for games but she did appear to fill her water bottle. Luna-cat is very curious about new people and apparently charged her, which was off-putting. I faded early. * I got some new bras; I'll have to add pockets but the test wear was promising! * Nobody told me about the dragons in The Priory of the Orange Tree, everyone just mentioned the lesbians. * There's a new serial at the_comfortable_courtesan!!!
Bakers, in case it's been a while, this is your friendly reminder to go ahead and spruce up those window display cakes. After all, without them the customers might have to rely solely on your signage to evaluate your baking skills:
And nobody wants that.
("I'll take a Sahara and two small Mojaves, please.")
Now, your display cakes say a lot about your bakery. Ideally, you want these things to be positive, like "Look! Our cakes don't show the dirt at ALL!"
Or, "Yes, we CAN cut out small pieces of paper!"
Or even just "Divorce!" written in German:
Your displays also showcase the things that are most important to your bakery.
Like spelling:
And the fact that you never make the same mistake more than twice:
And finally, remember: when it comes to drawing in potential customers, you can never go wrong with a really good wizard cake:
Guaranteed to work like magic.
Thanks to Elizabeth R., Mary I., Erin Z., Kate, Catherine C., & C.M., who think that last window might have a few kinks to work out.
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I usually like to tie in my product links to the final cake, so this is an EXCELLENT time to plug my friend Scott's side-job:
This is the first book in a hugely entertaining series about a modern day guy who tweaks some software code and ends up in the middle ages posing as a wizard. It's HEE-LARIOUS. Go check it out if you need more fun stories in your life.