A subtle shift in direction. Or Streampunk.

So, Hello glorious viewers!  I like to think of my Blog as the late, late, late, late, late, late show and me as a really awesome girl version of Conan O'Brien melded with Andy Richter.  And topped with Awesome Sauce.  That makes my readers a very discerning group of excellent people.

I was contemplating my life yesterday.  Also known as, I was driving alone in my car.  Three things happen when I drive alone in my car:

• I Sing.  Loudly.  Sometimes with the windows down.  In fact, one day I was belting out "Someone like you" from Jeckyll and Hyde, and I got applause and woots from the car next to me at the stop light.  I'd totally forgotten that I had the back windows cracked.  
• I talk to myself.  I contemplated, once, buying a fake blue tooth device from the dollar store so I'd look less insane, but the crazy eyes are a dead giveaway, so I spent the dollar on something useful.  Like a Mountain Dew or something.  And when I say talk to myself, I mean I run through hypothetical conversations I might be having with people when I see them next.  Or in most cases, I talk out trouble bits of dialogue from the novel I'm currently revising (again).
• I get scary quiet and contemplative.  Are you familiar with the Beuaty and the Beast song about Gaston?  The part where he says he'd been thinking?  And Bafou says "A dangerous pastime."  So true for me.  

So, I was thinking.  I have 3 blogs.  And none of them get the love they deserve, because I have trouble splitting my attention in three different ways.  So, I'm streamlining.  And because I think cupcakes are more adorable than kindergarteners, Saturday Cupcakes is becoming my primary blog.  And I'm retiring Live Journal, for the most part.

I'll be posting about baking and treat making more than anything else right now, because it has become what i do to find my chi.  But I'll also be tossing in bits about my students or even my life in general.  AKA, I'll be streamlining into one blog.  I shall refer to this as Streampunking.

On to the meat of the post.

I didn't make cupcakes on October 29.  Because I had a birthday party, at Chuck E. Cheese.  One of my students was having a birthday ans he was so excited at the idea I would come, so I couldn't say no.  I also couldn't go without a gift.  So I made him a ninja.  You have to understand, this kid is obsessed with ninjas.  Everything he does is "like a ninja" or "ninja style."  And I made it a thing this year to make my kids their birthday presents, because it was expensive as hell buying them last year.  So, I made this:

Who Dat Ninja??

I posed it in the garden.  Because it amused me.  Yes, I did Amigurimi.  And I loved it, so now, I've set aside polymer clay for amigurimi.  I'm currently working on a dragon for the little girl whose birthday is tomorrow.

But the birthday at Chuck E. Cheese (by the way, what an insane place to go), wasn't the end of my Saturday awesomeness on October 29.  No, indeed.  I went to a concert.  Not just any concert, but the concert by which I shall now judge ALL other concerts.

David Cook.

Some people (::cough:: mike ::cough::) might not recognize David Cook for the amazing artist that he is.  I get that people don't love him like I do, but, people, the kid has the most incredible raw power behind his voice.  He has the kind of gravelly but still brilliantly tonal sound that most pop rock stares aspire to and toss in some auto-tune to achieve.  David Cook is AWESOME, okay?  And here is where I sat:

Eight rows back.  Eight rows back from the only worthy thing to ever come from American Idol, imnsho.

The setting was amazing.  And then, David Cook and I became Sexually Involved.  It's true.  TOTAL TRUTH!  I even have a photo of it, which is suprisingly SAFE FOR WORK:

That's his shoulder.  And his guitar.

David Cook, whist walking around the audience, grazed my boob with his shoulder.  Well, okay, his sleeve.  But according to Terry Jo, That's a sexually involved relationship.  And since, at 35, it's the closest I've come to one of those, I'll take the point.

This saturday wasn't really about cupcakes either!

I did spend more money than should be legally allowed at Hobby Lobby.  And I made homemade Kolaches.

  But nothing of any real consequence occurred in my kitchen.

HOWEVER, on Thursday, I spent a day walking the mean streets of the George R. Brown convention center at the International Quilt Festival. 

From the perspective of a non-quilter, I am floored by the amount of crap you can buy there.  And also be the display of talent in the exhibits.  I can't even go into the stuff I saw, because I'm still trying to mentally file it away.  And upload a few photos.  But I did pick up a few projects I'm going to attempt that are likely to find their way into this blog.  At some point.

And now, I really must sign off, since it's Sunday.  And that means I need to prepare for the Sunday Night Beer Tasting Soiree.  But stay tuned for more frequent updates.  And stuff.