Tuesday, June 28, 2011
today's highlight
Today I had my first taste of fame. Sort of.
I was asked to dress up as Bad Kitty and meet with Bad Kitty's creator Nick Bruel to film some promo footage.
It was a lot of fun and quite surreal. When I was getting into the costume most of the people on the floor got really excited and once I'd donned the head I looked out through the mesh eyes to see a row of people all with huge smiles on their faces aiming iphones at me to snap pix.
I never realized that the life inside a mascot or cartoon character was so interesting. The creative (read dark) part of me was thinking of all sorts of trouble to get into dressed as Bad Kitty but there was something in the way these people's faces radiated that made me realize some people are not that far removed from their inner 5 year old.
Nick told a mascot story. Back in college a friend of his worked as a mascot for a fastfood restaurant. The guy dressed as a lion. A little boy ran up to the lion, grabbed it by the leg and asked: will you eat me?
Now you need to understands its kind of hard to hear inside the costume and mascots don't generally speak, we're left to gesture.
The lion shook his head slowly no. He watched the boy's reaction: his eyes welled up with tears and the boy ran off.
Later someone approached the guy and said that the little boy had asked: do you like me?
I'm telling you the life of a mascot has a dark side.
I was asked to dress up as Bad Kitty and meet with Bad Kitty's creator Nick Bruel to film some promo footage.
It was a lot of fun and quite surreal. When I was getting into the costume most of the people on the floor got really excited and once I'd donned the head I looked out through the mesh eyes to see a row of people all with huge smiles on their faces aiming iphones at me to snap pix.
I never realized that the life inside a mascot or cartoon character was so interesting. The creative (read dark) part of me was thinking of all sorts of trouble to get into dressed as Bad Kitty but there was something in the way these people's faces radiated that made me realize some people are not that far removed from their inner 5 year old.
Nick told a mascot story. Back in college a friend of his worked as a mascot for a fastfood restaurant. The guy dressed as a lion. A little boy ran up to the lion, grabbed it by the leg and asked: will you eat me?
Now you need to understands its kind of hard to hear inside the costume and mascots don't generally speak, we're left to gesture.
The lion shook his head slowly no. He watched the boy's reaction: his eyes welled up with tears and the boy ran off.
Later someone approached the guy and said that the little boy had asked: do you like me?
I'm telling you the life of a mascot has a dark side.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Today was one of those days.
I got out of bed early to frost the second red velvet cake in as many days. I let the homemade food processor poured fondant sit overnight even though it was supposed to sit for 24 hours before being used in a recipe. (Have I ever mentioned that I'm impatient?)
No matter how much time I spent trying to chase down every last lump of cream cheese the cream cheese tiny bits of cream cheese refused to be smoothed out. And I knew it was time to step up to the major leagues. I purchased this bad boy. Disgustingly gorgeous or what?
Next up I have to purchase a digital thermometer and a digital scale. And then maybe a couple of winning lottery tickets to help pay for what is turning into a rather epensive hobby.
Luckily that new wardrobe in XXL might not be needed as soon as I anticipated. I'm able to eat one or two slices and call it a day (or rather a week). My current wardrobe is not fitting as snugly as it was two weeks ago.
This afternoon I headed to Betty to sample their red velvet cake. I wasn't a fan of the icing but I like the texture and flavor of the cake.
Tomorrow I'm heading to Hell's Kitchen to check out Amy's Bread. Next week I'm going to give their coconut cream cake a whirl. I'd give it a shot sooner but I do have to get back to writing.
I know. Life is tough.
I got out of bed early to frost the second red velvet cake in as many days. I let the homemade food processor poured fondant sit overnight even though it was supposed to sit for 24 hours before being used in a recipe. (Have I ever mentioned that I'm impatient?)
No matter how much time I spent trying to chase down every last lump of cream cheese the cream cheese tiny bits of cream cheese refused to be smoothed out. And I knew it was time to step up to the major leagues. I purchased this bad boy. Disgustingly gorgeous or what?
Next up I have to purchase a digital thermometer and a digital scale. And then maybe a couple of winning lottery tickets to help pay for what is turning into a rather epensive hobby.
Luckily that new wardrobe in XXL might not be needed as soon as I anticipated. I'm able to eat one or two slices and call it a day (or rather a week). My current wardrobe is not fitting as snugly as it was two weeks ago.
This afternoon I headed to Betty to sample their red velvet cake. I wasn't a fan of the icing but I like the texture and flavor of the cake.
Tomorrow I'm heading to Hell's Kitchen to check out Amy's Bread. Next week I'm going to give their coconut cream cake a whirl. I'd give it a shot sooner but I do have to get back to writing.
I know. Life is tough.
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