I am Baby Cakes
Shudder in horror, cower in despair as Baby Cakes displays his mastery of the twenty-sided die.
What is Baby Cakes? Baby Cakes is Ralph Wiggum at the age of twenty-nine…
if he played D&D…
and if his name was Mark and he criticized a production of King Lear and its use of New-Historicism…
I am Baby Cakes. You are Baby Cakes. We are the world.
Waiting for Elmo etc.
St. Paddy’s day seems as good a time as ever to dust off the old blog. Apologies all around for my absence. I’d share my excuses with you if they weren’t just examples of my laziness. Which I suppose is another example in itself.
Here’s an amusing take on a famous Irishman’s most famous play:
And slightly more serious:
If you manage to listen to it all, leave your impressions, if you please. For instance, when do you loose track of all the Biblical references?
You know, it really has been quite some time since I posted. Let’s see what else I can come up with by the end of the week.
