She’s apparently writing a post for Joystiq about gaming culture and pastries. In reality, I think it’s all a pretense for her to stare at pictures of pretty cakes for hours. Sitting across from her in our room, I’ve become slowly aware that she’s not only looking at these cakes, but also talking about them. To me.
Below are some choice utterances:
“The point is to see all cakes.”
“I think I’ve been looking at cakes too long.”
“I seem to just be mumbling about cakes. I’m not quite sure how it happened”
“These cakes are delicious”
“Shush now. I have found a cake”
“I must chart the uncharted world of– game cake. I found another.”
“CHICKEN!”
That last one is not cake-related. On her thirteenth page of Flickr “game cake” results, she inexplicably came across a series of rooster photos. As she was somewhat confused and shaken by this incident, I was able to coerce her into closing the search window, and moving on with her life. She’s writing the post as I type this, but I’m assuming the whole story won’t be told. I’ve taken it upon myself to fill in the gaps. Let the truth be revealed.