Loading ...This was an email conversation between me and R the P this morning. We both felt it should be a post:
Richard: didn’t know that you were using your old name and brining smiles the faces of college students.
Cherie Vaughn is bringing smiles to the faces of thousands of Purdue students, and it only took 300 pounds of gingerbread and 200 pounds of icing to do it.
Me: Oh good lord! That woman is giving me a bad name!
Though… I could go for some gingerbread.
Richard:I thought you might say that. Sorry about the lack of posting last night, but I should have something new up tonight.
Me: I’m a harsh taskmaster. I also almost forgot how to spell taskmaster. I nearly wrote taskmasker, which I’m better at than taskmastery. I can mask a task real good.
Richard: I’m masking my task of looking at scale scores by searching out your name on google and sending you stories about gingerbread loving people with your name.
Me: See - you’re an adept taskmasker too! And gingerbread rocks. But I honestly wouldn’t have either the discipline, nor the inclination to build a house with it. It would all get eaten long before the foundations were laid.
Richard: I know. all that would be left is little gumdrops, because, really, they taste horrible.
Mmmm. Icing mortar.
Me: I especially hate those cinnamon gumdrops that burn the throat and the gullet as they enter the digestive system. Sure they’re covered with sugar, but that really doesn’t do much for their flavor.
I get the feeling this conversation should be a post. But shouldn’t they all?
Richard: I think it should be too. You should at least clue the world in on your abilities to bring a smile to college students.
Me: Yeah, but I don’t do it with gingerbread houses.
Buy me a beer!
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Right now, I would absolutely LOVE a gingerbread house. Yes, a HOUSE. The whole damned thing, even with that really hard icing. I could chew through that, I’m guessing. Che, you bring joy to many, surely even sugar starved students.
Well if I ever get in the mood for making students happy the gingerbread way, I’ll make a house for you too.
Nah, fuck that. We all know I’m eatin’ the house myself. I’m not even going to try to fool anyone by pretending otherwise.
But I’ll share it with you - you’ll have to be quick though.
I’m not too quick these days, but I may be able to snag a non load-bearing rear wall while you’re noshing on the front porch.
I just have this image of you and me, our fangs buried in a beautiful victorian gingerbread cottage, gnawing away, mangling the thing with our teeth, swallowing little gingerbread children whole as their screams die into a death-rattle….
Yeah, thats us.
If they’re going to be made of delicious gingerbread, they should expect to be eaten. I mean, it’s delicious!
And I could menace them first with my ectoplasmic appendage.
That’s the same picture I had too.
Mojo: (wicked laughter) IF you don’t want to be eaten, you shouldn’t taste so delicious!
Gingerbread boy: Stop blaming the victim!
I can see the headlines now: “Ectoplasmic Appendage Menacing Lass terrorizes tiny town!”
“You get what you get for wearing that short skirt, gingerboy.”
Now I want an ectoplasmic appendage.
While R the P becomes mayor of Chocolate Town, Che and Mojo become the terrors of the Gingerbread Village.
I get to be Mothra, right? Right?!
Mmmm… Mothra full now. Run gingerboy before Mothra get hungry again and eat gingerbreadchickencoup and gingerbreadpigpen!!!
If I have anything to say about it, you shall have your ectoplasmic appendage!
Mothra…. hmmmmm…. sure why not? If I can be Ghidorah.
With an ectoplasmic appendage.
Perfect. Let the feasting begin. I say we start with Kyoto, what with all their uppity environmentalism. Okay, so who is going to construct gingerbreadkyoto? R the P? Shelley? Long-lost-but-still-awesome Bas?
Che and I obviously can’t create it then destroy it. We’re not Yahweh, even if Che does want to be part Holy Ghost. You create it, we’ll destroy it!
Fine idea. Man… a really fine idea. I love the thought of wreaking mass culinary destruction upon a gingerbread Kyoto.
C’mon SPians - make us a Kyoto! It has to be Shelley and Bas, because R the P will be over in Chocolate Town, dressed in tails and a top-hat, being all mayorly. (mayorish? Mayoresque?)
Mothra/Ghidorah day needs to be one of our holidays. And you KNOW what the sacred rite will be.
All little Gingerbread boys in short skirts BEWARE on Mothra-Ghidorah day.
Yes, do please let us know where our new Kyoto is so Che and I can begin our destruction!
Mmmm. Destructionlicious.
A new holiday we have, hmmm?
Every day is a holiday at Shattered Prayer.