Halo Breach is when Master Chief comes out feet first.

Happy Birthday, Me!

Fear The Pink Mist

As a kid my folks didn't want me to have pierced ears. I thought I did, but when I was old enough and the opportunity presented itself, I opted out. I just didn't care anymore. That and I learned that I scarred easy/heal funny/have awkward reactions to some metals. I've been fortunate enough to be able to find some really fabulous clip-ons and I'm a big fan of magnetic earrings...especially since they're the only way I'll ever get to wear 'diamond' studs. Until I start my rap career.

Granted, I do still get a bit jelly when I see all the cool, gaming-related earrings that are for you wenches with pierced ears. But today, after seeing a picture of a friend's daughter with some mother trucking Halo 4 earrings she got from PAX I said enough was enough.

Pardon my hair

My homemade Needler Earrings are probably the greatest thing since sliced bread (good call, JDQuackers). Now when I get into fights, I can not only take my earrings off but use them in battle!

The smallest weapon ever. Well, second smallest. The first is in your pants.

They're nothing but acrylic and clay. The needles themselves are part of some super-glittery foliage that was on clearance at Michael's that I stripped of the said glitter. Gorilla Glue works wonders...thankfully nothing got stuck to my ears.

Can he see me?!

I think my boredom is getting the best of me. By this time next week I may build a Warthog out of some shoe boxes and a skateboard.

Get Stuck

Hedge took the liberty upon himself to photoshop a picture of my sister with her Plasma Pop.

September 2012

She liked it.

Plasma Grenade Cake Pops

The boyfriend is out of town...that means I have to find ways to keep myself busy, other than sitting my ass down in front of the XBox for a week-long binge (which I am probably overdue for/saving for Halo 4).

I polled twitter with the idea of making Cake Pops...but stickier.

Bowchikawowow.

Betcha can't sti-...eat it.

Yaaaay! Plasma Pops! This was my first ever attempt at making cake pops...which turned out to be a bit of an episode since Macy's charged me $17 more than Target did. I also couldn't buy the red cake iron in stores. Boooo.

These double as a birthday present to my youngest sister who turns 16 15 16 today. She used to play Halo with me and loved Grunts, so last year I got her a Grunt plush..she used to be so cute with her tan-line from her Grunt wristband she wore non-stop. Ugh. Now I feel old.

Boo, reading manuals.

The standards like cake mix (confetti filled, of course), icing and food dye were a given, I had to get creative with the detonator and green dots on the side of the plasma. I wound up using orange Air Heads for the detonator and opted to use green gel instead of the tops of some Tic-Tacs for the dots...with them they kinda looked like a rather round/obese Hunter.

Anyway, these grenades will explode in your mouth...with deliciousness (or so I'm told, I don't eat sweets). I originally planned on making a little mini-video to showcase my..uh..'skills', but gave up halfway through because I didn't want to edit videos. So all y'all get are some progress pics.

Supplies!

You can hear the grunt headshot sound right now. Don't lie.

My first batch. Whoops.

Blue you up.

Grunt Birthday Party Surprise

I'm not the baker in the family, but I'm pretty pleased with the results. Some issues I had were the shape of the cake balls (a little lopsided due to the mold..will have to roll by hand next time), the green dots on the side of the grenades (would have liked to use something more obvious, the store had no flat green sprinkles) and how abso-freakin'-loutley tedious the whole dripping process is. I have about 20 more balls sitting around, waiting to get blue.

Hah. Balls. Blue balls. Jokes.

...it's going to be a long week.

Black Forest Fake

This past Saturday was Raul's of 40s and 20s birthday. In order to get out of buying the punk a birthday present, I made him a cake.

But not just any cake, he's a nerd.

This cake was a triumph.

Behold! The dream and desire of every test subject: The Black Forest Fake. I call it a Fake because I didn't layer it with the whipped cream and the cherries and the kirsch, but with vanilla frosting, vodka and the cherry juice from the jar.

Also cause it’s a lie. Duh.

I was a bit worried there would not be enough for everyone (it was a party of close to thirty people), but thankfully enough people took off early that I was able to accommodate everyone by cutting the slices in half.  I don't have a sweet tooth but was told it was delicious.

That could have been the booze and munchies talking though.

Props to The Geeky Chef for the guidance.