September 6, 2007
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Behold the glorious dorkdom!
Note how neither of my feet are on the ground. Did I hop the race? Did I leap it like a little gazelle? Apperently. Superfly.
Also delightfully dorky, the Eli’s Cheesecake website. Clicking here will reveal the hideous splendour of the kind of marketing that only Americans would have enough cheese and corn in them to create. Yesterday afternoon before calling it quits and heading to the pub, my office spent a good half hour laughing at the site (my collegues chuckled: “This is where you’re going back to?!?” to which I answered, “This is where I’m from!”). There are downloadable cheesecake rap songs. You can also purchase a cheesecake t-shirt for your cat, even if your kitty ate another kitty and a big rock or two and weighs 75 pounds and is actually a pitt bull (no joke – the sizing chart states that the extra large will fit up to a 75 pound fur ball!). There are glorious pictures of round, Midwestern families in Hawaiian shorts and polos on tour at Eli’s. There are photos of a cheesecake mascot canoodling with Michigan Cherry Queens and Apple Queens. (“What the bloody hell is an Apple Queen?!?” The collegues laughed). Browse the site for yourself: it is beautiful in that big, unabashed, cartoonish way that is distinctly American. It is beautiful like Big Boy. Like Superman. Like cotton candy and rollerskates. I laughed until I cried at the Eli’s site. And then I cried a little in a bathroom stall for a million reasons, none of which include having collegues who like to take the piss out of eachother. And then I laughed again. And then I joined the work gaggle at the pub to kick it with Helen for what was to be my last time (she’s going away on holiday and I’m stateside before she gets back) and snuggled up to some lovely merlot.
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What fabulously dorky thing have you loved lately?
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everything I do is dorky! but singing at the top of my lungs as I’m driving around the city with my best friend.
oh p.s. I loooove that picture.
That is a killer photo. You’s flyin!That site. Oh, how I want some cheesecake now. So many things are dorky these days, but I love this old school one. A kid just peach fuzzed and earnest and strange looking still, like a little duckie, wants to write he tells me. But then his parents said “We don’t do spooky stories and we don’t do Harry Potter or witchcraft of any kind. So he won’t be writing that.” His little nervous tap dance and embarrassed face was so darned endearing. He wants to write spooky stories. We’re gonna call them mysteries and suspense. He was so excited he squeaked. Now that’s fabu dorkage, and I loved it.
I can’t stand cheesecake. I just do not understand the obsession with it in this country! Anyway, I have had a blast catching up on a month’s worth of your blogs. I didn’t comment on every single one, but I did read them all. Sorry I fell so behind! I can’t wait to hear about your adventures returning to the States and carving out a new life. Your stories are ever-inspiring! And congrats on the 10K. I can run like hell all day long at a frisbee tournament, but jogging long distances is something I’ve never been able to do. If I’m not chasing a disc or a ball or having some other similar distraction, I just can’t go on! So I am very impressed.