my year with sprinkles

So here we are.

It was just over a year ago that Sprinkles Cupcakes opened their New York City location. The last twelve months have been, to say the least, eventful:

May 13, 2011: Opening Day. My husby and I stand in line among the other devotees. It is a short, brisk queue. But I am Prepared. I know that there are rotating flavors and regular flavors and I know that today is Friday. I know the lineup, and I know I am ordering three for me and three for the husby for what promises to be the most fun weekend of cupcakes ever. What I do not know is how much buttercream is going to fly out of this new Pandora’s Box. 

new and improved

So here we are.


Want to improve something, whether it needs to be improved or not? Here’s how:

• call it a “re-boot”
• add bacon to it
• add CG to it
• change the soundtrack
• call it “artisan”
• call it “heirloom”
• top it with ice cream
• top it with artisan ice cream
• top it with bacon artisan ice cream

best chicken

So here we are.

Earlier this week, the Tony nominations were announced. 

Just hours after those announcements, I performed a cow and a chicken for some international Sesame Street inserts. Some might say that this was a step down for me, since eight years earlier, my name was read on Tony nomination morning. Theatre folk tend to look down on playing a cow. Look at Louise in Gypsy. I don’t know how theatre folk feel about playing a chicken. It’s never come up.

captioner thoughts

So here we are.

Have you ever watched live newscasts with closed captioning on? Did you ever imagine what the captioner was thinking as he or she was typing those captions in real time? Well, guess what? I did!

I’m tired of writing other people’s words. I want to write my own.

Damn. Typo.

Why can’t people talk slower?

sleeves

So here we are.

There was a fascinating story the other day about a section of the New York State standardized English test, recently taken by area eighth graders, that left the students “baffled,” according to the New York Times. It was one of those “read this story and answer questions about it” sections, and the story was adapted for the test from a Daniel Pinkwater children’s book passage. I’d never heard the story before, but it goes something like this:

clock

So here we are.

A freelancer’s life has its pros and cons. Even some of the cons can lead to pros: a lack of work is distressing, but it allows one to have a much wider range of dental appointment times when the need arises. (That pro, however, can lead to another con if one has not worked enough to qualify for dental coverage.)

Or, the con of not having work can lead to the pro of getting to sleep in... leading to the additional pro of staying up later... but if the pro of a last-minute job should kick in, it becomes a big con when one who has become accustomed to night-owl-ism has to rise much earlier than usual.

sing happy

So here we are. 

Aside and wholly apart from my hard, hard love for NBC’s Community (and holy crap, what a stellar episode last week’s “Pillows and Blankets” was!), I have a big crush on FOX’s New Girl. I did not want to like this show. Truly, I did not. And if my husby did not have an all-too stereotypical crush on Zooey Deschanel, it’s charming tree would have fallen alone in my abandoned forest. I guess I should be thankful for that. Because it has brought me joy.

And I have come to accept its five-word theme song, though it took me half a season to do so. (Okay, sometimes it’s fifteen words.) It’s catchy. It’s short. It’s cute. And it’s happy. It makes me realize that it’s been a long time since there have been shiny happy lyrics in TV theme songs. So many theme songs today don’t have lyrics, and those that do are just snippets of existing songs by alt rock bands (thus the bouncy-bleak we could be roped up, tied up, dead in a year that opens Community every week). 

a toast

So here we are.

I would like to propose a toast: to the idiots.