Ever the consummate professional.
Ever the consummate professional.
I wanted to properly thank fangirlzzz for her incredible generosity in ushering and sheltering this overwhelmed first-timer through Comic-Con….and I found this little gem of a card.
Now, neither she nor I are big shippers but we are in the Supernatural fandom and the opportunity was, honestly, just too good to pass up.
For my 24th birthday, I threw a small party at my apartment. It was small, because I was still a bit new to LA and did not have many friends, and it was at my apartment because I am an introvert and see above.
I truly felt that this was my very first birthday as a real, established adult. I had my own place, I had a job, only half of my furniture had been scavenged from alleyways. I wanted to celebrate like an adult.
So obviously, I ordered a custom Fudgie the Whale cake that said “Have a Whale of a Birthday!” on it and I scowled at the Carvel employee that judged me with her eyes when I said the cake was for me.
Fudgie is delicious, and unsurpisingly, we ran out of him pretty quickly. The people who’d missed out on the cake were a little disappointed, but eventually moved on because there was still liquor.
The part of the story I’m not telling you is this: There was another cake in the freezer. I’d actually purchased two cakes knowing full-well that I’d run out of cake, but for some reason that I still can’t explain, when I was asked if there was more cake, I leaned against the freezer like a cartoon bear hiding jam pots and said, “Nope.”
So, for those of you who were at that party - the second cake said, “Whale, hello there.” And I ate it.
I ate the whole thing.
And I still don’t regret it.
It’s my dream that someone in the future finds my photos and, lacking context, just wonders forever what the fuck was going on in the early part of the 21st century.
72. IMAGE. Smoke and mirrors. Awe us.
76. IMAGE. In case the show needs cast replacements, dress up two barnyard animals like SPN characters (you may not harm the animals)
143. VIDEO. Sing “Dust in the Wind” in a dust storm.
In which my sister gleefully chucks dirt at my face.
IMAGE. Zombies need to buy toilet paper too, right? What does that transaction look like?
Walking Dead cosplay at a local Ralph’s, featuring my cosplay group, Reel Guise.
Team Babysharks 2014.
36. IMAGE. You at the beach, pool or on a boat, wearing a homemade, 99% edible, candy bathing suit. (The remaining 1% can be inedible thread or wire, but we don’t want to see it.)
157. IMAGE. Get photos of each of your team members printed on microfilm.
Honey, I shrunk the Babysharks.
(SOMEONE HAD TO DO IT.)
IMAGE. You and your four friends are a five-headed monster with all of your heads poking out of one collar of a giant shirt. Now do yard work.
90. IMAGE. Gingerbread Villages are always so cute and quaint. Make a gingerbread village that shows urban blight: needle exchanges, prostitution, heavy police presence, etc.
This Gingerbread Village almost killed me. I had to bake the gingerbread in small squares because the large sheets kept crumbling. Like a noob, I used cake frosting instead of icing, so my gingerbread people started to get soggy REAL FAST. I learned that, as a baker, I should stick to pies.
I finally finished at 3am, and after I took this photo, I vindictively ate the strip club’s roof while laughing maniacally.
VIDEO. Go through a drive-through at a fast food restaurant in your invisible car. Order, among other things, a Diet Water. You must have a passenger in your invisible car, and you both must be “seated.”
Bitchface is my normalface.