Calling All Evil Wrecks Henchpeople...

The time has come to again report for duty, my attractive, intelligent, and oh-so-discriminating readers. Yes, that's right; through only a minuscule amount of effort you can ensure that I am lavished with a prestigous award: the 2008 Weblog Award for Best Food Blog.

(Sure, had it been left up to me I would have placed Cake Wrecks in the 'Best Humor Blog' category, but it wasn't, so I couldn't. [shrug] The powers that be at the Weblogs place each blog in only one category as a finalist, so we can only bow to their superior authority and, as they say, "go with it". Besides, far be it from me to look a gift award in the mouth, right?)

Oh, and here's the best part: unlike the Blogger's Choice Awards, you don't have to register to vote! Nope, all you have to do is click the link and then click on Cake Wrecks. Bada bing, bada boom. You'll even see real-time results of the polls after you vote, which currently look like this:
I'm sure that together we can shake those numbers up a bit though, 'cuz you know the best bestest part? You can vote once every day, playahs! Polls close Tuesday, January 13th, so 'til then why not make voting for Cake Wrecks part of your morning routine?

Thanks in advance, my loyal lovelies. You will all be rewarded in the coming Cakey Kingdom...

UPDATE: Oh, and while you're at it, I've just been told that the 2009 Bloggies are now accepting nominations. Honestly, I had no idea there were so many different award sites for blogs! Still, maybe for the Bloggies one of you henchies could nominate Wrecks in a more appropriate category? I mean, I feel kinda bad for the more legitimate "food blogs" on the BCAs. Not bad enough to spoil my fiendish glee at CRUSHING the competition, mind you, but still kinda bad.

Speaking of which, thanks to all of you for voting and for being the a$$-kickin'est group of readers a blogger could ever ask for. I am feelin' the love, guys, and believe me when I say it matters - it really does.

Now THAT'S What I'm Talkin' 'Bout

I'm pretty sure I would have ordered this cake back in high school:

Yep, back in my teen glory days I was that lone female in the convention-going, calculus-loving, and occasionally kilt-wearing* crowd. We spent our spare time calculating the dimensional mass of the various Enterprises, learning useful terms in Klingon, and saying things like "I believe this calls for a colorful metaphor". It was awesome.

Seeing the ol' Enterprise D here in all her crookedly displayed glory brings it allll back. In fact, I think this cake is a metaphor for my formative years: it's awkward looking, slightly imbalanced, has large gaps of inactivity, and is easy to misunderstand ("prooper"?) - but despite all that, it still has a good heart (right over the 'i'- see it?).

Hey, diskgrunt, "tlhIngan Hol Dajatlh’a’"?

* Don't ask.