Now that we've got that Doctor Who thing out of the way

I posted that so you could all get up to speed on the Doctor Who, so I could post this.  This is a bike that parks at the end of my block sometimes.  Somebody has cleverly affixed a TARDIS to the inside of the box.  It's clever because the TARDIS is bigger on the inside -- so you can fit whatever you want in there!  Total city-dweller lifehack.

Hey.

My writing.  She is not as good as she used to be.  Give me time -- I just need some practice.  Thank you.

Funundrum Recommends

For a couple years now, I've had the nagging feeling that I should be watching Doctor Who. I mean, I fit neatly into the demographic of people who already do -- believe me, I spent about half an hour trying to make a demonstrative Venn diagram of categories.  I failed, but what's important is I spent that amount of time trying to do it.

It turns out I should have been watching Doctor Who all this time.  I ran this by my friends, and the nearly unanimous response was, "Well, we thought you knew about that already."  And with that, I finally found justification for lo, these many years of me being pushy about Stuff You Should Be Looking At.  I don't just do it on Funundrum, either.  Believe it or not, I have opinions all the time about stuff.  Sometimes I get told it's wrong to tell people they're wrong.  Those people are wrong.  Let's not confuse the wrong people with the people who should have told me about Doctor Who.  Wrong people and my friends usually fall into two different categories.  Usually.  Now, believe you me, I've got a Venn diagram for that:

Being pushy about Stuff You Should Be Looking At is why I've bought and given away at least five copies of Terry Pratchett's Guards! Guards!.  Have you read it yet?  You should.  This brings us to today's Funundrum Recommends.

In case nobody told you, or assumed you've been along for the ride the whole time (see above diagram), Doctor Who is the greatest show to ever have been shown on television*.  I just did a quick mental indexing of this blog, and I don't believe I've ever made such a claim before, so I reckon I'm in the clear.  Here's a fun and easy checklist to determine if you, too, might enjoy Doctor Who as much as I do.  I've listed them in order of importance, so if you answer "no" to the first couple of questions, you can leave off before getting too tired.

• Are you a super-duper dork?
• I mean are you an extra-strength, super-duper dork?
• Do you like sci-fi stuff?  Especially the Star Trek: Next Generation episodes with superior writing? This obviously excludes all Wesley and/or Troi's Mom episodes.
• Do you like British shows? This one is Welsh, so... honorable mention I guess.
• Are you willing to put up with occasionally goofy alien bad guys?

One of my favorite things about this show, aside from David Tennant, is the fact that you never really know when an episode is going to feature an over-the-top rubber suit monster, or SERIOUS NIGHTMARE FUEL.  The fun is in not knowing.

*I am referring to the revival of the series that starts in 2005 or so.  I have not yet viewed the even-dorkier episodes from the 60's and 70's.

Hubris, thy name is Wilton.

Ever since I took a couple cake decorating classes a while ago, I've been pleased to be an entry-level Frosting Ninja, capable of rendering in buttercream such masterpieces as R2-D2 and this thing.  Decorating cakes the "Wilton Way" takes a lot of time and patience.  These days, I've got plenty of patience, but very little free time that can be spent in the kitchen.  The free kitchen time I do have I'd prefer to spend making beer.  But a few weeks back, I decided to make a birthday cake for my friend Katie, who is an internet nerd like me.  Without thinking much about it, I asked her what meme she'd like on her cake.

She responded with Hipster Ariel, which I regretted immediately, because she looks like this:

And though it is funny as all get-out, I am not that talented.  So I substituted with Socially Awkward Penguin, which is a penguin-sponsored representation of all the insecure, self-doubting things we've ever done as a species.  For example:

Here's the cake:

It was checkerboard red velvet and white.  A pain in the ass, but such fun to look at!

So here's where I'm going with this.  Since I don't have time to be making royal icing dandelions and marzipan unicorns* or anything anymore, I'm instituting the following cake rule:  unless it's for my son's birthday, I shall make cakes only portraying internet memes.  It's just like any other artist pursuing a focused vision.  But more cakey, and likely with more advice animals.

*Why yes! "Marzipan Unicorns" WOULD make an excellent name for a rock band.  Ten points to you.

Awww, you guys are awesome.

And by "you guys," I mean the internet in general, and the SEVEN (7) (!!!!) of you following my blog.  I reckon 7 internet people is about the same as 2 real people, so to both of my readers, I continue to salute you.

Looks like Funundrum may be on again.  My life is slowly starting to have stuff happen to it again -- aside from the small monkey-creature who continues to abide in my home despite our best efforts to persuade it otherwise.  I believe it's because we keep feeding it.  I always promised myself this blog wouldn't be about him, hence the large amounts of nothing recently (the term "recently" is being used here in the framework of epochs-to-ages).

Anyway, here we go.  I even have some CrapCam pictures!