artist kinship, artist living, birds of a feather, degrees of separation, e-meeting, introductions, introductions online, Little girl Big city, magical people, pancake perfume, she smelled of pancakes, the costumed princess, the pink fox, twitterati
Scene: An office sitting in front a computer, Mid Wilshire district Los Angeles
At work, on a break I was checking in to the latest thought bubble when I caught glance of it. But first, a bit of a back story to the back story. In my reality, there are mythical creatures amongst us- they are the artists, the entrepreneurs, the ever sparkling ones that when you come across make you believe in magic. One young man in a far off land called Portlandia is one of them.
This fox made a cameo ages before this grand appearance via a tweet circa December 27th, 2009:
“You’ve gotta have your heart break really hard before you can really know what you want.”
Combined with the endorsement from this magical boy, I looked further to find out that this was also magical company. I began following her exploits immediately but it wasn’t until this day that I would actually start the path of knowing her outside of that online realm.
I rarely get the guts to approach women. I’m not sure what happened that day. Oh I know what it was… it was the allure of pancakes and bacon. Her tweets popped up as I entered my update. I fear, I don’t always catch things. She was talking about how she’d bought a cupcake perfume but it smelled of pancakes instead.
“What kind of person is drawn to a girl that smells like pancakes?”
“Me. I guess it sucks to be you.” I tweeted.
I laughed as the updates continued.
“I should save the pancake scent & wear it after bathing with bacon soap under the solar shower at burning man. Boy, I’d be a hot commodity.”
God I love e-pancakes.