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DEXTRE SMASH!!!!!

OK, fine, AG wants a new post.  What better thing to do than to point out that us Canadians are building giant space robots for the impending global invasion. 

Hat tip: Gigi

Chupaqueso!

Soon an arbitrary moment will pass, and we will write our cheques for 2008 rather than 2007, if we haven't already been doing that.  But more important is my discovery of this:

It is something my friend made at a party a few days ago.  He called it "chupaquesos."  It apparently comes from some webcomic.  Is it not awesome?  There is only one ingredient: grated cheese.  That's eat.  Just eat the fried cheese.  It is like a cheese omelette without the annoying eggs.

Rather than ring in the """New""" """Year""", I am ringing in the chupaqueso.

PS: I also had dessert at said party.  With another friend's awesome pineapple carrot cake.

By comparison, your tables were meagre indeed.

Woe unto the Men of Númenor

I felt obliged to post now in order to counter the litany of slander and lies against me and my fellow competitors in a certain bake-off in which I am participating with some US bloggers. 

But this contest is completely over.  Yes indeedy, the Doom of Mandos has decended.  Fear my wrath.

My goodies, of course, arrived first, first of all the goodies in the bake-off.  Were it not for the Númenorean stubborness and rejection of inevitability by the competition, that should have been that.  I would not only be the Vala of Doom, I would also be Cookie King for a year. 

Let us examine!  Emerging great and terrible from a smithy I borrowed from Aulë is but the merest beginning of the total pwnage.  Behold!  The brownies of the Noldor, in their natural splendor:

And then, made from the remaining sap of Telperion, is the secret family egg dish of the Valar.  Here is its humble but amazing batter beginning:

It prepares to enter the furnace of Aulë:

And here it emerges, to be placed among the stars (and served to the judges)!

Last, there is the sacred spicy nut brittle of the Vanyar, eaten only every 157 years, at the special feast of the Movement of the Foot of the Lark.  It is cooling.

Arrogant mortals will always regret going up against the forces of the Valar.

And looks like it is ready to ship to the cookie judges, including the great Cookie Queen and her co-judges themselves via the Eagles of Manwë.

And we have some beautiful music to accompany it!

(Thanks to some nameless Canadian Maiar who will remain unlinked, alas, until the contest deadline has passed.  But this was a team effort.)