A few of my favorite submissions this week:
Yeah! Go SPORTS!
Of course it's easy to focus on the mistakes, so let's take a second to appreciate that somewhere there's a professional baker who actually did this... on purpose.
("I call it, 'Barbie's Dream Petri Dish.'")
Could be worse, though. This one makes me want to launch a CSI investigation:
("Looks like Merle... [SUNGLASSES].... got smoked.")
And yes, I do realize "CSI investigation" is redundant.
SPEAKING of which...
Ow. My brain.
Because nothing delights a girl on her birthday quite like chopping off the head of a terrified Minnie Mouse:
"Don't worry, Minnie, this'll only hurt for seconds."
Just think: last week two of you loyal wrecky minions spotted this display, took a photo, and sent it in to me:
I love it when that happens! It's like Missed Connections, Cake Wrecks style!
So Sara? Brittany? YOUR DESTINY TOGETHER AWAITS.
(Dibs on the wedding cake photos.)
Oh, and I think that bamboo plant is trying to lick us.
A few weeks ago a couple of readers had a discussion on Twitter about Cake Wrecks, and since they kept tagging me in it, I was privy to their thoughts on how our posting misspelled cakes smacks of "intellectual snobbery," and really isn't that funny anyway.
I didn't reply at the time because the two weren't talking TO me, just ABOUT me. However, now, at long last, I believe I have an appropriate response.
Ahem hem hem.
This was supposed to say "Celebrate."
[walks off stage]
[steps on skirt]
[slinks off, stage left]
Thanks to Mag D., Allison A., Mark F., Laura H., Sara E., Brittany A., & Barb F. for celetraling with us.
2. We had some new bento items today from Yamadaya, and I got their ramen salad for lunch, which was very tasty.
3. It was really hot today, but the high was actually 5 degrees lower than what weather.com had predicted when I looked at it yesterday, so that's good.
4. We got Subway again for dinner because it was too hot for cooking, and now I have half a sub to take for lunch tomorrow. Yay for delicious lunch and also for not having to make a lunch in the morning.
This post is dedicated to all those of you who are not going on holiday very soon. Or like me, going away later in the year. Avoiding the mad rush to the beach has its advantages but it sure feels like I’m missing out somehow. So here are some images from the latest Toast lookbook to make us all feel relaxed and remind us that we could always recreate that holiday vibe at home.
Even if it’s only for the weekend.
Have a good one!
From Dani Shapiro's Still Writing: The Pleasures and Perils of a Creative Life:
"Too often, our capacity for awe is buried beneath layers of perfectly reasonable excuses. We feel we must protect ourselves -- from hurt, disappointment, insult, loss, grief -- like warriors girding for battle. A Sabbath prayer I have carried with me for more than half my life begins like this: 'Days pass and the years vanish and we walk sightless among miracles.'
"We cannot afford to walk sightless among miracles. Nor can we protect ourselves from suffering. [As writers] we do work that thrusts us into the pulsing heart of the world, whether or not we're in the mood, whether or not it's difficult or paintful or we'd prefer to avert our eyes. When I think of the wisest people I know, they share one defining trait: curiosity. They turn away from the minutiae of their lives -- and focus on the world around them. They are motivated by a desire to explore the unfamiliar. They enjoy surprise."
From Paul Bogard's The End of Night: Searching for Natural Darkness in an Age of Artificial Light:
''Most days I live awed by the world we have still, rather than mourning the worlds we have lost. The bandit mask of a cedar waxwing on a bare branch a few feet away; the clear bright sun of a frozen winter noon; the rise of Orion in the eastern evening sky - every day, every night, I give thanks for another chance to notice. I see beauty everywhere; so much beauty I often speak it aloud. So much beauty I often laugh, and my day is made.
''Still if you wanted to, I think, you could feel sadness without end. I’m not even talking about hungry children or domestic violence or endless wars between supposedly grown men...but ‘you mustn’t be frightened if a sadness rises in front of you, larger than any you even seen,' said Rilke, 'you must realize that something is happening to you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in it hand and will not let you fall.' ''
After five years on the flanks of Nattadon Hill, it is deeply familiar, and eternally surprising. Tilly and I never know what we might find: tall spires of foxglove flaming among the trees, badger prints pressed into the mud beside the leat, or a herd of wild ponies resting in the shade at the woodland's edge. Every day there are wonders, large and small. If I stayed inside intent on screen and keyboard, how would I see them? And if I numbed myself against sorrow and despair, how would I feel awe and joy?
Come, says Tilly, it's time to go out again, and she's always right. The world calls us, in all its dark and bright and sun-dappled shade. Full of hardship, yes, but also moments of magic: a quiet, daily, domestic kind of magic. A bright summer day, and a good dog at your side, and wild ponies in the woods.
Pick a paragraph or any passage less than 500 words from any fanfic I've written and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet of what I was thinking when I made or wrote it, why I wrote it, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the fic, and anything else you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
You can find my fic here, or you can look at my fic tag.