"The female specimen is scratching her head in confusion, not being much of a doughnut person herself. She seems to be wondering, 'Could this be a bloke thing?' Wait.. no... look at the mannerisms. I think she's more curious than judgemental."
*Gamina raises her eyebrows* Hmm... cream filled delights? One donut has 1/2 your daily fat intake?
They're brand new. There's one in Missisauga, it's sorta like the love child of Starbucks and Tim Hortons. The donuts are good, baked fresh before you buy them but not really worth the 45 minute wait.
One is slated for opening in Hamilton. I expect protests.
I'd sure as hell like to try, if only to prevent him from sinking into the pit of bear clonedom. First, he'll start forsaking Tim Hortons for Krispy Kreme. Next thing you know, he'll be down at the flea market buying a CPAP machine, and then boom! we've lost him forever. Brodie, don't do it! It's wick wick wack!
Old school Bear: doughnuts from the shop down the street 'cuz you don't feel like making breakfast and the guy you just fucked all night is hungry. The doughnuts could be better, but the ordinary pink paper box they come and the Sysco sugar packets ooze masculinity - it's like you're having breakfast with your Dad, having breakfast on the way up to the campsite, hanging out with your buddies. It's about wholesomeness, goodness, ordinariness, simplicity.
Bear clonedom: Krispy Kreme. It's not about wanting to eat doughnuts, really; it's about having a Krispy Kreme experience, which is another matter entirely. The box is white and prissy, with a self-aware camp logo; inside, the doughnuts don't taste of anything but sugar, and they've been laid out in an annoyingly perfect grid that any Castro sales clerk would be proud of. In fact, you have to be really careful not to jostle the box - just lay it down carefully behind the driver's seat of your F150 - and be careful when eating them, too, because you can't handle them any other way but delicately. (It helps to extend your pinky.) Worst of all, they mark you as someone who isn't eating doughnuts, but someone who is experiencing "eating doughnuts". [An exception can be made if you are actually from the South and grew up with them, but for most of us, that's just not the case.]
They're as authentic as the erection Jack Radcliffe fucks that one guy with in that porno with the truck.
Chris, it's ok. I had the donut. I had no urge to buy a superfluous truck or having dramatisized "blue collar" sex with other actors men. I thought the design on the box was cliché and the way it held the donuts to be highly inefficient. The fact that they give you a bag to carry boxes was a bit of a cute as to it's uselessness. It's really more of an arranger of donuts than a carrier.
But honestly, is the bay area really that pretensious?
Isn't everywhere pretentious in its own special way?
I suppose what I'm really getting at here is the sometimes painful divide between "the way things used to be" (reading Whitman in bed, playing mah jongg, Lou's Living Donut Museum) to "the way things are now" (Celtic knot tattoos, Bear brand everything, Krispy Kreme).
I suppose I'm trying to draw a parallel there between Krispy Kreme and the nouveau bear phenomenon, but I'm doing it badly, or at the least not humorously enough. :)
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Date: 2002-01-19 11:06 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2002-01-19 09:11 pm (UTC)"The female specimen is scratching her head in confusion, not being much of a doughnut person herself. She seems to be wondering, 'Could this be a bloke thing?' Wait.. no... look at the mannerisms. I think she's more curious than judgemental."
*Gamina raises her eyebrows* Hmm... cream filled delights? One donut has 1/2 your daily fat intake?
WHERE CAN I GET ONE?!?!?
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Date: 2002-01-19 09:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-01-20 08:17 pm (UTC)One is slated for opening in Hamilton. I expect protests.
Don't... Don't. Don't. Don't.
Date: 2002-01-19 11:38 am (UTC)*cpratt dashes over and proceeds to attack his dual Technics in a frenzied display of his mad scratching skillz*
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Date: 2002-01-19 02:40 pm (UTC)Re: Don't... Don't. Don't. Don't.
Date: 2002-01-20 09:22 am (UTC)Re: Don't... Don't. Don't. Don't.
Date: 2002-01-20 11:45 am (UTC)I know more straight friends that obsess over Krispy Kreme than bears...
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Date: 2002-01-20 06:59 pm (UTC)Bear clonedom: Krispy Kreme. It's not about wanting to eat doughnuts, really; it's about having a Krispy Kreme experience, which is another matter entirely. The box is white and prissy, with a self-aware camp logo; inside, the doughnuts don't taste of anything but sugar, and they've been laid out in an annoyingly perfect grid that any Castro sales clerk would be proud of. In fact, you have to be really careful not to jostle the box - just lay it down carefully behind the driver's seat of your F150 - and be careful when eating them, too, because you can't handle them any other way but delicately. (It helps to extend your pinky.) Worst of all, they mark you as someone who isn't eating doughnuts, but someone who is experiencing "eating doughnuts". [An exception can be made if you are actually from the South and grew up with them, but for most of us, that's just not the case.]
They're as authentic as the erection Jack Radcliffe fucks that one guy with in that porno with the truck.
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Date: 2002-01-20 08:14 pm (UTC)actorsmen. I thought the design on the box was cliché and the way it held the donuts to be highly inefficient. The fact that they give you a bag to carry boxes was a bit of a cute as to it's uselessness. It's really more of an arranger of donuts than a carrier.But honestly, is the bay area really that pretensious?
Re: Don't... Don't. Don't. Don't.
Date: 2002-01-20 08:40 pm (UTC)I suppose what I'm really getting at here is the sometimes painful divide between "the way things used to be" (reading Whitman in bed, playing mah jongg, Lou's Living Donut Museum) to "the way things are now" (Celtic knot tattoos, Bear brand everything, Krispy Kreme).
The real reason Krispy Kreme bothers me is because here in California, there are many recent arrivals to the state who never bothered to check out indigenous donut culture, and in fact never really appreciated the donut - and now they're jumping all over themselves to get Krispy Kremes because they're new and because they take a lot of time to get due to demand. It's just plain irritating. I'd get bad looks for occasionally wanting a maple bar because, like, it's so declassé, but now it's the In Thing, just as long as you get the standard donut, i.e. Krispy Kreme.
I suppose I'm trying to draw a parallel there between Krispy Kreme and the nouveau bear phenomenon, but I'm doing it badly, or at the least not humorously enough. :)
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Date: 2002-01-21 12:30 pm (UTC)I agree.
Self aware camp logo
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Date: 2002-01-19 11:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-01-19 02:38 pm (UTC)Noooo!
Date: 2002-01-19 01:38 pm (UTC)shame on you!
Date: 2002-01-19 03:01 pm (UTC)i think timmy is rolling in his grave. :oP
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Date: 2002-01-20 04:05 am (UTC)