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As of this post, today is the last day of Inktober 2018. If I do another Inktober sketch, it’ll be posted tomorrow. Technically, I did draw everyday in the month of October. Not everything was Inktober related. It’s okay. As they say, there’s always next year.

Forgot about Inktober 2018 prompt # 12 – whale. So I included the first two that popped into my mind. Fudgie The Whale, that Carvel ice cream cake, and a narwhal.

I had a friend who loved narwhals. Even did a narwhal art postcard for her. We fell out when I didn’t want to take part of a collaboration. It was a silly joke band called The Conscientious Gasbags. Outsider music with twisted lyrics. The lyrics were good. I had some of the equipment. Imagine if Big Black meets Shonen Knife. That’s what we were aiming for. Last year scheduling was tight. I had just moved out of a ten year residence, completing school, working, and working on my art. Wasn’t even time to do my Psycho Bunny sketch of the week. I had no extra time to spare. Something had to give, and it was the band. So I informed her of my decision.

She didn’t take the news very well.

When I broke the news to her in a diplomatic manner, this is what she said:

“Don’t ever speak to me again. Do not contact me in any way, shape, or form.”

So seven years of friendship meant nothing to her. It hurt. On top of that, she even managed to turn another ‘friend’ against me. This was all because I didn’t want to do that project with her. So I went ahead, deleting anything on social media that I set up relating to the band. It was really extreme on her part, but if I was going to be treated like public enemy number one, so be it. It wasn’t the first time a former friend turned against me. It still hurt. It was also very unnecessary.

Six months later, I found out on Facebook she had died.

I didn’t gloat in her passing. Instead, the whole thing was just sad. I mourned silently. In her honor, I went to Sweet Jane’s. It’s a neighborhood bar that I had taken her to when she visited me in NYC. She loved that place. So as I was toasting to her life, I was with another good friend. My friend was comforting me, telling me that Julie’s spirit was here and Julie forgave me. Afterwards we proceeded to get a little too drunk. Oops.

Still have Julie’s book of poetry, the skull jewelry boxes she gave me, and assorted accessories. Most of all, I still have the memories. Will leave it at that.

With death comes forgiveness.

Geez. Didn’t mean to turn this Inktober entry into a candid post, but hey.

Anyway. Back to the Inktober sketch. Along with the grumpy narwhal is Fudgie The Whale. Fugdie is an iconic character from Carvel’s line of ice cream cakes. My mother, who also passed away in 2015, used to get me an annual ice cream cake for my birthday during my childhood. It was very late ’70s/early ’80s thing to do while growing up in the outer boroughs of NYC. The Beastie Boys’ debut single was a tune called Cookie Puss.

The sketch itself. Not one of my best. Kinda looks like a rush job, which is kinda sorta was. The story behind this goes as this. It’s the narwhal’s birthday. While other narwhals are happy, this one is a cantankerous sort of creature. Worse of all, this grumpy narwhal is miffed that his birthday cake happens to be Fudgie The Whale. Thus Inktober 2018 prompt 12, whale.

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Inktober 2018 prompt # 12: whale. Narwhal doesn’t like Fudgie The Whale. Drawn by Michele Witchipoo. Oct. 2018.

One or two more Inktober 2018 to follow.

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So today I found out that the ice cream chain Baskin Robbins was retiring approximately five flavors. This news was not really much of importance at first. Until the flavor French Vanilla came up. Seems that French Vanilla, along with Campfire S’mores, Apple Pie a La Mode, Caramel Praline Cheesecake, and Superfudge Truffle are no more. Sheesh, just reading that added an additional five pounds.

This arose my curiosity. I remember when I was a child, and my mother always insisted that I didn’t like chocolate. My so-called ice cream preferences were either vanilla or strawberry. Never did recall an allergic reaction to chocolate. As a matter of fact, my current sweet flavors is either chocolate or strawberry. If I really want to indulge, there’s always peanut butter mixed with chocolate. Any flavor really, but not vanilla too much.

One of my first ever jobs actually was working at a Haagen Dazs shop. Hated that job. Only lasted a few months. Afterwards, my chump change went to Ben & Jerry’s. Although I do remember Steve’s ice cream.

As if I didn’t have anything better to do, I telephoned my mother. As the phone rang, memories of having Baskin Robbin ice cream inside a mini baseball cap came to mind. Besides, I wanted to know if she ever got me the French Vanilla.

“Hi Mom. Hey, when I was a kid, did you ever get the French Vanilla flavor from Baskin Robbins? Was it French Vanilla or just plain Vanilla?”

My mother: “I don’t know. I can’t remember.”

Speaking of forgetting, I forgot that my mother’s memory is pretty much shot nowadays. Against better judgment, I decided to press the inquiry a slight further.

“Mom. Was it true, I really didn’t like chocolate when I was a kid.”

Mom: “No, you loved chocolate when you were growing up.”

Me: “Then why when I was growing up, you would always insist that I didn’t like chocolate. You claimed that my favorite flavor was vanilla…”

Mom (interrupting me): “Oh, you liked chocolate. You liked it a lot. It’s just that whenever you had chocolate ice cream, you would make a mess. So I got you vanilla instead.”

Leave it to memory loss for a confession. Wonder what else I should know about.

After I hung up, went outside in 93 degree hot weather, and walked down the block. Decided to have the French Vanilla before it went into ‘Deep Freeze’ retirement. Went inside to the local Baskin Robbins which has merged with Dunkin Donuts. Only this local Baskin Robbins didn’t have all of the so-called “31 Flavors.” Since it was sharing space with Dunkin Donuts, it only had about ten flavors on display. Oh, and no French Vanilla. They did have the plastic mini baseball caps. One out of two ain’t bad. Even if I was wasting money on franchise corporate crappola a la mode.

Anyway…here’s a quick illustration I did in honor of ice cream.

Ice Cream Girl. July 2010. Illo by Michele Witchipoo

Eh…I always preferred Carvel to Baskin Robbins anyway. So Fudgie Whale that.

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