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Insanely detailed scrumptious nursery-rhyme cupcakes

Cory Doctorow at 10:24 pm Mon, Dec 8, 2008

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Flickr user AbbieTabbie makes astonishingly awesome, detailed nursery-rhyme cupcakes that evinced two involuntary reactions from me: my jaw dropped and my salivary glands started pumping.

Nursery Rhyme Cupcakes (Thanks, Amelia!)

I write books. My latest is a YA science fiction novel called Homeland (it's the sequel to Little Brother). More books: Rapture of the Nerds (a novel, with Charlie Stross); With a Little Help (short stories); and The Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow (novella and nonfic). I speak all over the place and I tweet and tumble, too.

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  • sammich

    Foetusnail @ 10 – Thank you :)
    I hadn’t realised that my version was so mutated and dismembered…

    Freakily enough, i first posted this 4 hours ago, it made it onto my profile page, but not to here…

    O The Mysteries of The Boingboing…

  • sammich

    Woah! Who did that? Was that you, Antinous? Are you trying to make me look like an idiot?

    • Antinous

      Don’t make me make a coals to Newcastle joke. But, no, I didn’t do anything.

  • IamInnocent

    @ IGPAJO

    I’d really like to have an answer to your question since they still make me hungry. I’d eat them for sure, albeit a bit slower than usual, in a limb by limb fashion. I can’t explain why. I might think twice of it if the figurines are anatomically correct but my guts usually win all their battles.

  • Takuan

    the…the Ghost?

  • sammich

    hmmm…

  • sammich

    there’s a ghost here?!

  • Takuan

    we do not speak of the Ghost!

  • sammich

    (ti detrats uoy)

  • sammich

    i’m sooo glad you’re not ~my~ yoga teacher Antinous… i can only imagine the headfucks you impart in meditation…

    • Antinous

      Building a zombie army requires creative thinking.

  • moniker42

    I love the subtle nod to silicone baking cups in this post.

  • Takuan

    really for the ice and snow? Looks like Calis gonna freeze!

  • leebenningfield

    This is the second time today I’ve been reminded of cupcakes. On my way to work this morning I saw a car emblazoned with a logo and URL for http://www.kickasscupcakes.com

    It must be a sign… to eat more cupcakes…

  • sammich

    Oh really! So ~where’s~ Antinous?

  • igpajo

    Awesome! But how could you bring yourself to eat one of those?

  • IWood

    Looks like Jack…

    [sunglasses]

    …tried to fetch more than a pail of water.

    YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

  • Takuan

    I’m not sure, but it involves palm trees.

    • Antinous

      It’s arctic here. We didn’t even hit 70 today.

  • Takuan

    OK, what’s ALWAYS bugged me: what the hell is a well doing on TOP of a hill?

  • sammich

    He has palm trees? well i hope it freezes his nuts off

  • sammich

    Mr T – you finally cracked it! I hope you have plenty of vinegar and brown paper to hand…

  • Takuan

    “50 year Arctic blast” coming?

    • Antinous

      It supposed to be 76 for the next few days, but drop down to the high 50s on the weekend. So far, we’re having a very warm cold season.

  • sammich

    My favourite was always –

    “There was an old woman, went up in a basket,
    Ninety-nine Times as high as the moon,
    Where she was going, I couldn’t but ask it,
    for in her hand, she carried a broom…”

    “Old woman, old woman, old woman” quoth I, “where are you going so high, so high ?”
    “to sweep the cobwebs off the sky,
    and I shall be back again, by and by.”

  • gperrow

    Does this remind anyone else of the “miniature killer” on CSI?

  • Takuan

    let zem eet caek!

  • sammich

    but also, my deeply rural lancashire grandad’s…

    There was a little man,
    and he had a little gun,
    and it’s bullets were made of lead, lead, lead.

    He took a little look,
    and he saw a little duck,
    and he shot it right through the head, head, head

    - a great rhyme for knee-bouncing the babies…

  • Anonymous

    I thought it was a Katamari Damacy cupcake at first.

  • Takuan

    arrr

    http://www.rhymes.org.uk/

  • Takuan

    you would concur runcibility is second from left. yas?
    http://www.hcfinemetalwork.com/placesettings/gallery_images/a.jpg

  • sammich

    Foetusnail @ 10 – Thank you :)
    I hadn’t realised that my version was so mutated and dismembered…

  • FoetusNail

    Still have my baby copy of “The Real Mother Goose” originally copyrighted in 1916. No one believes me until I show it to them, but I grew up with this Baa, Baa, Black Sheep. I love this stuff.

    Baa, baa, black sheep,
    Have you any wool?
    Yes, marry, have I,
    Three bags full;

    One for my master,
    One for my dame,
    But none for the little boy
    Who cries in the lane.

    Sammich, if you don’t have it, here’s the rest of the story:

    A Little Man

    There was a little man, and he had a little gun,
    and his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
    He went to the brook, and saw a little duck,
    and shot it right through the head, head, head

    He carried it home to his old wife Joan,
    And he bade her a fire to make, make, make.
    To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook,
    And he’d go and fetch the drake, drake, drake.

    The drake was a-swimming with his curly tail;
    The little old man made it his mark, mark, mark.
    He let off his gun, but he fired to soon,
    And the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.

  • sammich

    i s’pose, or at far left…

  • Takuan

    we need a pickle-off to settle this.

  • AirPillo

    poor drool-covered keyboard