Co-worker to me: So you're going to have to be like mortal enemies with [other co-worker] now.

Me: What?

Co-worker: He was bit by a dog, so he's going to become a werewolf, right? Don't your kind hate werewolves?

Me, straight-faced: Nooooo, vampires don't HATE werewolves, we just think they're kind of silly.

The take-away from this is that my co-workers apparently support me becoming the Vampire Witch Queen of the universe. Good to know.
Dear Woman I Passed In The Cafeteria,

Yes, I get that my outfit is confusing to you. Rest assured that I am equally perplexed by your outfit of a "tweed" suit (matching jacket and micro-mini skirt) and thigh-high, high-heeled boots.

Yours in no-doubt mutual "She obviously chose to wear that" mystification,

Cupcake Goth
I give you Cupcake Goth Vs. Frosty The Snowman.

(Hint: I win.)


Obey the Cupcake, Frosty. Don't argue. Obey the Cupcake, Frosty. Don't argue.
Cupcake conquers Snowman Cupcake conquers Snowman
The Snowpocalypse will happen according to MY wishes.

Stiletto-heeled, open-toed gladiator boots + dark denim leggings + blue plaid "peasant" top with ruching at hips and shoulders = not a good look on anyone. ANYONE.

Also, since you didn't look like the sort of person who would go all Manic Panic with their hair, I can only assume that you had intended those highlights to be blond, not an apricot/peach color.

As one final comment, you probably should work on your subtle double-take. As in, try to make it subtle, instead of the full-on head-snap-around with the big eyes. That's kind of hard to miss.
Wandering through the cafeteria, I just saw a woman dressed in black "wet-look" leggings (so, high-gloss spandex), a cream/khaki thigh-length sweater (which I think had sequin details), and a pair of those open-toe high-heeled "boots". She looked like she had lost a fight with an American Apparel store. And of course, she stared at me like I'm the crazy person.

Clicky-link of coveting! I want this Baby Vamp ring set (You knew that was a clicky-link, right? Okay.) A tiny set of vampire fangs to wear as a ring! How ridiculously cute is that? I may occasionally (well, frequently) roll my eyes and fling my hands about in despair at what is being perpetrated under the cloak of my favorite genre, but I've got to admit, the upswing in popularity for all things vampire-related sometimes means finding pretty things.
A co-worker I've never met just followed me down the hallway and asked if he could take a photo of me. It turns out he's a hobbyist photographer, and gave me the link to his site where he'll eventually post the photo.
Last night I went to the "Paint It Black" YA author tour that featured Ellen Schreiber, Nancy A. Collins, and Claudia Gray. It was very fun. I mentioned to Ellen that all of my copies of the Vampire Kisses books had been signed already, because I mailed them to a friend to take to her reading in Ohio. She said "I remember that! You have that cute website, your friend gave me a card for it!" So yay, Ellen Schreiber has looked at the GCS site! She then signed my volumes of the Vampire Kisses manga that I brought with me, and asked if she could take a photo with me.

One of the things I asked her during the Q&A session was if she was a Goth or was previously a Goth, or if she's just done a lot of research, because she's done a good job of representing the Goth subculture in the Vampire Kisses books. Nope, she's not one of us gothy types (tho' she was a drama geek, and hung out with Goths), she just does a good job with research.

SFDs! I didn't have time to take a photo this morning, and I haven't yet tried to take a cameraphone pic in the poorly-lit restroom. So you get the text version. If I'd had time to pin a mini tricorn onto my head this morning, this would be quite the pirate-y gothic lolita outfit.

Behind the cut tag, red velvet! )

EDITED TO ADD: I've been getting "So what are you supposed to be?" questions from well-meaning, but clueless, co-workers all week. Today, a guy asked me that while I was waiting in line to order lunch. Before I could say anything, the worker at the counter looked at him like he was crazy and replied "She dresses like that all the time!"
cupcake_goth: (Default)
( Aug. 27th, 2008 02:14 pm)
My Afternoon Walk In List Form, by Cupcake Goth


  • Blisters: 1. I knew I should have worn my pink & black sneakers, dammit.

  • Bunnies seen: 2. 1 of which was scampering across 156th. Scamper, little bunny, scamper!

  • People I know: 1. [livejournal.com profile] retcon drove past and waved at me.

  • Thumbs-up signal from a random skateboarder: 1.

  • Car full of guys who honked and waved at me with big smiles: 1.

  • Six-leaf clovers found: 1.

http://channel9.msdn.com/shows/WM_IN/Jillian-Venters-A-Goth-inside-the-Deathstar/

Half an hour of me burbling and waving my hands while talking about what it's like to be a Goth at Microsoft, the life of a technical editor, and other random things. The first 7 minutes and 15 seconds are about tech-y job stuff, and then the interviewers started asking me more Goth-focused questions.

The embedded video on the page is Silverlight-based, but there are download links for iPod, MP3, PSP, WMP, WMA, WMV, and Zune at the bottom of the page.

When you have time, please go watch it! I had a lot of fun doing it.








(Shallow vanity-based disclaimer: the lighting and camera angle are not my favoritest ever, but on the whole, I think I came across okay.)
cupcake_goth: (thinkthinkthink)
( Jul. 24th, 2008 12:57 pm)
Awesome, but odd nonetheless.

Coming soon-ish to an Internet near you: a video blog interview with me, about what life is like being a Goth at the Giant Software Company. As soon as they post it, I'll give you people the clicky-link.
There is a guy talking on his cell phone who sounds EXACTLY like Christian Bale in the role of Patrick Bateman from American Psycho. I am equal parts amused and creeped-out by this.
Today I walked out of my building (to go to the building across the street that has the good Mexican food in their cafeteria), and was greeted by the sound of ... bagpipes. The really surreal part? Wondering if the bagpipes were being played by a guy I once worked with who kept his set of bagpipes in his office.

Bagpipes.

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Dear Female Co-Worker I saw in the cafeteria,

Yes yes, my wardrobe is very confusing to you. However, I am as equally confused as to why you thought that a denim micro micro-mini (with a ragged, "distressed" hem), a white almost-but-not-quite sheer sleeveless blouse, and black patent 4" spike-heeled sandals are appropriate to wear to work. Even at a place with no dress code.

(Seriously, what she was wearing would be fine if she was going out clubbing and looking to hook up. I dunno, maybe I'm being unreasonable. But damn that was a short skirt. With raggedy strings hanging from the hem.)

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EDITED TO ADD: Oh dear. According to some mainstream fashion magazines, grunge is coming back as part of the 90s nostalgia wave. No. No, thank you very much.
Dear fellow commuter on the Connector bus,

I'm sure you thought you were being very subtle about taking my picture. You weren't. A Helpful Hint for you: pointing the back of your iPhone directly at someone and then fiddling with the front and sides of it, all with an intent look on your face? Somewhat of a dead give-away. Doing that, looking at the screen with an even more intent look, and the pointing the back of the iPhone at the person AGAIN, but at a slightly different angle? Even MORE of a dead give-away. Next time, just try asking if I would mind if you took a photo.

Only slightly exasperatedly yours,

Cupcake Goth

P.S. I've seen you on the Connector bus before, and have caught enough glimpses of your laptop screen to be aware that you are a MASSIVE M:tG geek. That will never, EVER stop being funny to me.
Thanks to my profile/interview thingamie on Microspotting (Hi [livejournal.com profile] arielmeadow!), even more nice-people-I-don't-actually-know say "Hi!" to me around work, or strike up conversations with me. Which is awesome, because most of the time I really do like it when random strangers are friendly and talkative. The latest example? Yesterday while getting my lunch, a lady in the cafeteria started a conversation with me about sunblock. Because I'm "that goth girl", so I must have recommendations for good sunblock.

Also, one of the people who was previously ensconced in the office that is now mine just stopped by to see how the re-decorating was going. (The answer being: the office is about 2/3s unpacked and decorated. I'll finish up the rest tomorrow, because this current round of copy editing is NEVER ENDING.)
Every morning, my route to my office from the bus involves walking through the lobby of another building on campus. This morning, as I was trundling through, one of the receptionists (a tall, striking young lady who looked like she could be Tyra Bank's sister) stopped me.

"Girl, I see you every day, and I just have to tell you you have the best style I've ever seen! It looks good on you - you're like a modern Mary Poppins! Work it!"

And then she snapped her fingers in the air. No, I'm not kidding. Full-on finger snap in the air. I don't think I'd ever seen that done in a non-ironic fashion.

I smiled, said "Thank you very much!", and walked to my building, trying not to giggle. But it was a nice way to start my work day.
Dear Driver of the giant white SUV;

Yes, I'm sure you wanted to turn left the instant you possibly could. However, when the crosswalk signal shows the glowy white-lit person, that means pedestrians get to cross. Also, if you slam on your brakes and call out "Sorry, I didn't see you!" to a person wearing a black and pink outfit with petticoats and a top hat, perhaps you (a) need to get your eyes checked, (b) should pay more attention to your surroundings, (c) not be allowed behind the wheel of a motor vehicle, or (d) ALL OF THE ABOVE.

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Dear very "fashion-forward" lady I saw in the cafeteria;

Yes, I'm sure that my black and pink Victorian Cupcake Gothic outfit perplexed you. But you were the one wearing a flesh-colored tank-top under an ivory lace tunic that had an elasticized hem so that it gathered in billowy poofs at your hips. With metallic forest green skinny jeans and orange heels. *I* at least had the self-control not to gawp in vaguely horrified confusion at you, unlike your reaction to me.
cupcake_goth: (impishcliche)
( May. 20th, 2008 03:32 pm)
I just made someone walk into a wall. Someone was staring a little too goggle-eyed at me to notice where the turn for the hallway was.
Dear woman in the restroom who was dressed as if multiple copies of Lucky magazine had thrown up on her;

I, while as confused by what you chose to wear as you are by my fashion tastes, did not burst into nervous, ever-so-slightly terrified giggles at the sight of you. Please learn some decorum and composure before you go interact with the rest of humanity.

With kind intentions,

Cupcake Goth
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