thehefner: (Green Lantern: Orange "Mine!")
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Green Lantern: The Larfleeze Christmas Special was even more delightful than I could have expected.

I was so worried that Geoff Johns was going to beat the character into the ground, a fear reinforced by the fact even Larfleeze now apparently has to have aaaaaaaangst. But this issue was marvelous, a pure joy all around. I was already delighted when the issue opened with Larfleeze waking up on Christmas morning, appalled to discover that there were no presents left for him, that the soot in the chimney was undisturbed, and worst of all...

"The Christmas barter!" Larfleeze sneered. "The cookies we left out for the red-suited giant! The cookies are still here."

Which immediately gives way to...





So of course Henchgirl had to:





We were skeptical throughout. Henchgirl is a cookie goddess, and she wasn't sure how the hell they would turn out. We actually tasted the cookies without the icing, and they were okay, but definitely missing something. Then we applied the frosting, and it was like a Mandarin Orgasm.

These are seriously some of the best cookies I've ever had, right up there with Henchgirl's White Chocolate Macadamia Nuts Cookies of Death.

To hell with Darkseid. DIE FOR COOKIES. COOKIES IS ARE BE.

Psst: guess which part *I* helped with?





If you guessed "the incredibly failtacular attempt at home-made orange icing gel which resulted in a blobish mockery of the Orange Lantern symbol," then you're correct! ME AR HELPFL CHEF.

Poor thing. I simply have no choice but to put it out of its delicious, delicious misery while I try to help Larlfeeze out. I know he'd certainly want my assistance. And my wallet. And my house.





Seriously, Henchgirl is the best girl ever. I love her as much as Larfleeze loves stuff. It's no coincidence that Henchgirl and I frequently grip onto each other with a feverish, intense, "MINE." I know Larfleeze would be proud, even while he'd be using my credit card to buy eBay. All of eBay.

Date: 2010-12-24 04:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] torberg.livejournal.com
"grip onto each other with a feverish, intense, 'MINE.'"

Have I ever shown you the back of my pendant?

Date: 2010-12-24 04:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thehefner.livejournal.com
... are... are you coming on to me?

Seriously, though, I don't believe you have.

Date: 2010-12-24 04:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] torberg.livejournal.com
Picture it, Manhattan, 31 January 2004. Lyn and I have gone ice skating in Central Park and are now out to dinner. At that point in time, I carried a bunch of stuff in my pockets: phone, PDA, wallet, etc. I left some of it in my coat which I checked, but still had other stuff. I asked Lyn if she would hold on to something for me and when she agreed, slid a small box across the table to her. She opened it and there was a ring in it. I asked and she answered. (I think you know what the answer was.)

Unlike many of these stories, however, it wasn't yet over. At that point she picked up her purse and took a small box out of it and slid that across the table to me. I opened it and saw:


I gather you're thinking, "nice, but what's his point?" Here's my point. When I turned it over, I saw this:

Date: 2010-12-24 05:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thehefner.livejournal.com
If there's some reaction that's a mixture of "HA!" and "AWWW!", that's what I just did. :)

Date: 2010-12-24 07:54 pm (UTC)
ext_7823: queen of swords (that went well)
From: [identity profile] icewolf010.livejournal.com
What he hasn't told you is that, initially, he left the ring in his coat pocket to be checked. :)

Date: 2010-12-24 05:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] insaneboingo.livejournal.com
I am so making those cookies.

Date: 2010-12-24 05:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thehefner.livejournal.com
Beware: they are death.

Date: 2010-12-24 12:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kagome654.livejournal.com
Aw, the true hallmarks of the season, cookies and greed. Well done. I'm glad to hear they were actually tasty, I may try them myself at some point.

Your icing attempts seem pretty much on par with mine. I helped my sister decorate gingerbread bears for work and a lot of them ended up with names like 'screaming bear/inappropriately loud bear,' 'smear bear' and 'unfortunate implications bear' (who was eaten the moment I realized what it was about him that was bothering me).

Date: 2010-12-24 05:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thehefner.livejournal.com
The real mistake was trying to make the icing gel from scratch, but the damn supermarkets didn't have it in orange!

Hahahaha, now I'm just trying to figure out what exactly what so unfortunately implied by that bear that you had to destroy the delicous evidence...

Date: 2010-12-24 04:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surrealname.livejournal.com
am i the only one who think's larfleeze's little buddy there looks like an orange slimer?

Date: 2010-12-24 05:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thehefner.livejournal.com
Ugly little spud, ain't he?

Date: 2010-12-24 05:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] torberg.livejournal.com
"I think he heard you."

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