Day Eight!

Your usual host is back any day now!  I know I was bad yesterday, but they had me working a closing shift, followed by an opening shift, which was quite lame and taxing.  But good news!  I finally have time to blog!  Bad news, I have nothing to write about today!

Holy Cats

 

“This is totally the face you’d make if I had anything useful to say.  You can make it anyway to humor me.”

I think this weekend I will continue on my journey to make a Charmander (not mine, Nintendo’s) hoody!  I’ll let you know later if it doesn’t totally suck.

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Day Five: What Happened To Day Four?

Life did.  Life, and work.  I’ve been up to my eyeballs in random calls to come into work on my regularly scheduled days off.  I’m mildly disgruntled, but my paycheck rejoices.  More importantly, I’m feeling a little frazzled and low on energy.  Naturally it’s time for… AN ADVENTURE!!!

What kind of adventure, you ask?  It doesn’t really matter as long as it’s something new.  It occurs to me not everyone knows how to adventure like we do, so I thought I would go through a couple of our adventures for the unlearned, ignorant, or just plain new adventurer out there.

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Day Two

Does anyone else have twin siblings?  I do.

Fun fact:  If you have twin siblings you may get drafted by your mother to participate in twin studies well into adulthood.  In fact, they still contact us from time to time.  It’s kind of insane, really.

When I was little they would put us through a series of logic tests, math tests, and lingual tests.  Then they would ask a series of really AWKWARD questions.  Usually about if we abused drugs, if anyone touched us, what we think of our siblings and other such foo-fah.  They would compare all three of our results, give us a lolly and send us on our way.

As we got older the cool and fun parts diminished and eventually they just asked even more questions about our mental health (suicidal thoughts, depression and others) and gave us $100 each.

The moral of this story is that if you want $100 several years down the road, have twin siblings.  Also, I don’t always have a point.

Day One

Today is the first day without your normal gremliny host, so let the pain begin!

So I guess what I really want to ask is if anyone has ever worked much candle gel as far as making better and more comfortable mouse pads?  We (for the purposes herein “we” constitutes clockworkgremlin, Milli and myself) have!  It turns out that ergonomically speaking, one of the best shapes to rest your wrist on while surfing the interwebs is that of two, soft but supportive spheroids supporting the wrist on either side.  If you haven’t got the mental picture yet, we have put together that it strongly resembles upper female anatomy if you get my drift.

So we set out to make some for our own comfort and to see what kind of mischief we could get up to.  Also, it’s really funny to tell other people you made breasts over the weekend.

First, we knew we had to find an appropriate mold.  Not so hard as such things go, but not very easy to locate locally.  We did end up making a trip to our local Hobby Lobby (kind of like a Michael’s or a Joanne’s or whatever you have wherever you are) and picked up several likely-shaped candidates.

Second, we knew that, unaltered, the molds would stick to the candle gel and make getting them out in one piece difficult, if not impossible.  We had a latex coat kit (from the interwebs) and coated two of our vessels as per the instructions and used a silicone coat kit (also from the interwebs and also as listed in their instructions) to coat the other two molds.[Gremlin Edit: I bought both mold kits at Hobby Lobby.][Cupcake Edit:  Semantics!!!]

Third, we melted the candle gel in an expendable pot and poured them into the waiting containers.  Tired of waiting for them to cool, we shoved them in the freezer.  Once they were finished, they were the perfect consistency.  The latex molds initially yielded the perfect shape, but as they continued to cool the latex coating became loose, leaving a wrinkly texture to the finished product that was incredibly visually unappealing.  The silicone coating was initially more difficult to remove from the mold, but the finished product did not have the disturbing loose skin that the latex coating boasted.

All in all, we learned much more than most know about making boobs that day.

On another note, one of the finished products disappeared, never to be seen or heard from again.  We can only assume it is in the shadows, biding its time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Greetings!

To whom it may concern,

I have been invited to host while your regularly scheduled program is interrupted!  Allow me to introduce myself!  I am the Spiciest Cupcake, though mostly only because it was in opposition of Candy-Coated Bacon and also decidedly an equally gross flavor combination in the making.  I am tragically and boringly uninterested in the finer points of coding and have been invited to speak of anything else that may take my fancy.  Currently leaning towards a couple of rants about how we encourage poor behavior and a lack of creativity in our society, or maybe just a lovely jaunt through cell-phone land!  My level of whimsy and rage will be the deciding factors.

Always yours,

The Spiciest Cupcake