Because I wanted to post it

Evil when we are in its power is not felt as evil but as a necessity, or even a duty. - Simone Weil (1909 - 1943), Gravity and Grace, 1947

You asked for it

A new post, featuring the creepiest damn thing I've seen in a loooong time. It's a cake. It's a baby. It's a cake baby!



Here's a clip of the commentary on it from the very amusing blog Cakewrecks:

But getting back to this cake - I think the worst part is that the baby is staring at me. No, really - check out the right eye. [shudder] Dang, that would be spine-tingling even if it were a real baby, you know? (And can you imagine being the person who gets served that eye? Eeeek- I'm going to give myself nightmares.) Call me finicky, but I really can't eat anything that looks like its looking at me.

Still not creeped out? Then watch the video of this cake's construction. The final few seconds are the stuff horror flicks are made of ("The eye! It's opening! Aaauggh!!!).

Seeing this cake taught me something about myself. If I were ever to be served a piece of cake carved from a realistic looking baby, I'd throw it at a bitch. Seriously.

Why not?

Godzilla Unleashed!

Gojira is finished. There is a bit of glare from the ointment, and the focus is a little fuzzy, but I think you get the gist of how badass this thing truly is. Who's the king, baby? :)

You will!

You will love me forever for this one:

Sod it!

Photographic evidence of my Lebowski fest soddiness.

Weekend and my neck plug

So it looks like I survived another Lebowski fest. For this I am most pleased. The Old Man got back home from his motorcycle trip just in time for us to face this challenging event together. Friday night was a blast. Brian Posehn was hilarious. The band that opened for him was a hot mess, but it was worth it to hear the Lebowski-themed heckling from the crowd. Saturday was hot as Hades, so I took the nocturnal approach and slept all day, making sure I was well rested for the night ahead. The Old Man, having just spent 10 days in the southwest, took the heat of the day in stride and got to hang with the lovely ladies of DCRG for a while. At the festival, we saw many familiar faces and costumes, and a few surprising new ones. My favorite new costume? The Beaver Picture. I was dressed as a lump of Medina Sod. Hot and itchy, but I am willing to suffer for my art. The Ace of Cakes guy was there, and I got to eat what I believe was cake from the severed toe area of his Lebowski themed creation. Later that evening, I got stupid drunk and danced myself silly. I still ache from it. Good times.

As far as my neck plug goes, I am thinking about getting a new hairdo. I've been working this asymmetrical thing for a while, and I'd like to stick with it, but in a new direction. Since you guys have to look at me, I'll give you a say in this process. Here's three possible new styles. Vote for the one you like best. FYI - you're voting just on the style, not the color.


Style #1


Style #2


Style #3

Happy voting!

Whew!

What a weekend!

Quick notes:

• Rocked out with Unknown Hinson Wednesday night. Lisa is a great date!


• Got the Godzilla tatt finished Thursday night/Friday morning. Was tattooed from 11:30pm till 4:30am while listening to Tom Waits, Velvet Underground, bluegrass, and more. The closest I've been to church in a while.


• Friday I laid around in pain, and Heather came over to eat dinner with me.


• Saturday and Sunday I was in Motorcycle school. I spent 16 hours frying in the sun riding and learning. It was really fun. And I passed!

Thank God for a desk job, cuz I need the rest. :)