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Let them eat cake – sexy, sexy beet-covered cake

25 Jan

I know who Anonymous should target next: SMS spammers. They’re worse than email spammers because when they spam me, I have to pay $0.20 per message. I am, in effect, paying to get spammed.

And at $0.20 a pop, I say, “Death to them all.”

I bring this up because I was meeting with my critique group last night when I saw I had a text message on my phone. Since the only person who usually texts me is my wife, I thought it might be important, like:

Boys found liquor stash, drank entire bottle of Jack. Shud I call 911?

Boys climbing razor blade sculpture again. Where is all the gauze?

U can stay out late. Fernando the sexy pool boy is helping.

Watch the kids! Fernando helping w/ *kids*

Srsly, stay out late. Fernando’s got it covered.

Fernando kicked over candles. House on fire. Come home ASAP.

Boy, were those exciting moments!

This particular message, however, was not from the missus, and only important if I needed to get a $1500 payday-type loan.

Fortunately, my critique group had managed to put me in an incredibly good mood prior to receiving this COD-spam, so I did not immediately go home to mail my kids’ poopy diapers to the company responsible.

Never cross me – I’ve got over a dozen dirty diapers, including a couple from the kids’ stomach virus period, on ice, just waiting for a deserving recipient. Ask Fernando.

SMS-spammers, you have been warned.

Anyway, this brings me to the subject of today’s post: the advantages of a critique group.

Actually, there’s only one advantage:

Cake.

Yes, if you are part of a professional critique group, when you finally publish your book, they will surprise you with cake. It’s an unwritten rule of critique groups that they MUST do this, and had I remembered that rule, I would not have been surprised.

Sure, I can hear the objection. “Cake? That’s the only advantage of a critique group?”

Yes.

“But what about pointing out plot holes, and shining the harsh light of literary justice on typos, and using guided imagery to help you work through issues of character development?”

First off, what kind of fascist and yet tree-hugging, hippie-loving critique group are you a part of? Do you launch your meetings with tantric chants and aura adjustments before breaking out the literary truncheons?

Second off, you can pay people to do all that for you. And as an added benefit, instead of being a Socialist Commie freeloader expecting all that stuff gratis, you’re a job creator.

And if the Republican debates have taught me anything of substance, it’s that we need more job creators and fewer Socialist Commie free-loading writers in this country.

So stop being a drag on the economy and start paying money to seedy editors you find on Craigslist or through vanity presses! It’s your patriotic duty.

The history of this cake tradition is actually quite interesting. It started with Marie Antoinette’s critique group. It turns out when it came to writing, she was a complete hack. When her critique group pointed this out, she railed against them, tossed them out of the palace, and famously said, “Let them eat cake.”

Slightly well less know, but speaking volumes about her ability to take criticism, she also said upon their forced departure, “Don’t sully the palace doors by allowing them to hit their asses on the way out.”

She was kind of a bitch.

With 20/20 hindsight, her decision to allow peasants into her critique group looks a little bit like a colossal blunder. After all, peasants are naturally prone to using torches and guillotines to emphasis their points about problems in a manuscript.

The fact that her book was called Lady Guillotine, Why So Timid with the Bitches? probably didn’t help her either.

(The title sounds way classier in French, as most titles do. Except, ironically, for The French Lieutenant’s Woman.)

The cake my group was verbally contractually obligated to get me was damned awesome:

Awesome, sexy launch cake for Marlowe and the Spacewoman. You should really use a browser that shows pictures so you can bear witness to its profound, earth-shaking awesomeness. Plus, beets!

I read a letter in Penthouse Magazine that started like this cake: "I was walking past a government-run beet farm when this lithe, sexy woman in a spacesuit started crawling through the field towards me." I sleep with that column folded under my pillow. The missus keeps trying to destroy it, but I have many, many copies.

Although frankly, I find it shockingly derivative of Andrew Wyeth’s Christina’s World:

Christina's World by Andrew Wyeth, purveyor of farm porn (betchya wish you could see more than this alt text now, eh?)

Christina's World, considered a classic by some. I guess any painting with a woman crawling through dead grass is considered a classic, though it isn't immediately clear to me why.

But at least now we can answer that question that has haunted art scholars for decades: It is a beet Christina has crammed in her mouth in this painting. As with the failed government policies at the time, it is not visible because it is obscured by our limited perspective.

And they refused to issue me that honorary art degree! Pah! Who’s laughing now, Chicago Art Institute?

Although I am certain there was another contributing factor to Wyeth not revealing that beet:

He was attempting to avoid overt eroticism is his work. Because hey, you have to admit, this looks damned erotic:

If Andrew Wyeth was alive and painting today, all his works would feature spacewomen with beets in their mouths. True fact. On his death bed, his last words were, "I wish I had included more sexy sci-fi ladies in my paintings. Would have made them more interesting." Then he expired, looking disgusted with himself for his thematic failings. Sad, really.

Whoa Momma! That is HAWT. Or is it just me? Please say it isn't just me.

Damn, that’s two things critique groups are good for: cake and boosting the sale of beets.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the store to create desperately needed farming jobs by buying some bright red comestibles.

Or is that cumestibles?

 
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4 Comments

Posted by on 25 January 2012 in Marlowe and the Spacewoman, Other Blogs

 

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4 responses to “Let them eat cake – sexy, sexy beet-covered cake

  1. Anne

    25 January 2012 at 11:04 am

    That cake sort of belongs on CAKE WRECKS! >:D

    Also, you can call your phone provider and have them block your number from all in-coming text messages. Even the one’s about Fernando. You would be able to send outgoing ones, if you haven’t blocked that, at a price. (I worked for a mobile company in tech.)

     
    • ianmdudley

      25 January 2012 at 11:21 am

      Sort of. Though more for the inadvertent eroticism (or again, is that just me?) than for any of the usual Cake Wrecks criteria. It is a shame to eat the cake, though at least I’ve got it preserved photographically.

      Or should i put it in the freezer and eat the rest of it on the book’s first anniversary? I’ll have to check with Emily Post on that.

       
  2. junglemonkee

    25 January 2012 at 12:57 pm

    Two words: marzipan boobs

     

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