Boredom Begets Curious Behavior

Behind on reports, presentations to prepare for, mundane tasks that I could be getting ahead on... Every Friday, as I leave the office, it always seems like such a great idea to bring my work computer home.  And yet, without fail, this is me, every weekend:

30 minutes and a convenient distraction later:

Why, yes.  I have stacked laptops before.  ...Not while they were running, mind you ...

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There's just something about my couch that turns my weekend existence into the Black Hole of Sloth.  Inevitably, though, I become guilty about not doing anything productive, and I start feeling that creeping nihilism/boredom that somehow thrusts me into the throes of creative desire.

So did I write my reports and practice my presentation?

Of course not.

This Sunday, I played in the kitchen from 8-12.

Black forest cake with chocolate cherry ganache

I've wanted to play with fondant for some time now, and this weekend just seemed like a good time for it, in spite of the impending doom of 2 hour safety presentations that I have to lead this week and next.  But, hey.  The unit manager at my office is leaving for a new assignment, and the new manager was supposed to come this week, so I thought this would be a good excuse to play with edible clay nice gesture:

It's not the prettiest of cakes, but it was happily received, and quickly devoured (once people got the nerve to actually cut into it.)

Oh, but now I have all this sugary chocolate, frosting, and fondant left over...  Sigh... What to do...

Oh, I know.  I'll just make a microwave banana cake-in-a-mug and decorate it for my own amusement:

I am clearly doing a great job with that resolution to stay in shape.  But you know what?  When creativity calls, you answer it, gosh darnit.

Sometimes you read Reddit.  And sometimes you carve plastic plates out of marshmallow fondant.

'Til the next.