I think people are only saying it all at once here (seriously -- the only Google hit on the full phrase is an LJ entry about SPN fandom. I'm'a blame Nutty.)
It's definitely Wincest related in my head.
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I think people are only saying it all at once here (seriously -- the only Google hit on the full phrase is an LJ entry about SPN fandom. I'm'a blame Nutty.)
It's definitely Wincest related in my head.
I always speculated "that is not my beautiful cake" was a reference to the Talking Heads song Same as it ever was (specific line: This is not my beautiful wife) also referring to "Cake or Death" routine which we were quoting a bit at the time.
I associate it with shrift explaining her stance on Wincest.
I kind of assumed that it was "Same as it Ever Was" plus "MacArthur Park." But I have nothing at all to back that up.
I'd assumed Same as it Ever Was plus that whole 'have your cake and eat it' thing.
...actually, I have a faint, nagging voice in the back of my head that says I should know remember the origins of the phrase.
I love the plumber 'cause he brings us candy. I'm having a lollipop while I do my nightly reports.
I love the plumber 'cause he brings us candy. I'm having a lollipop while I do my nightly reports.
I thought this was a popular culture reference referring to some obscure source for the "beautiful cake" phrase. Then I realized it was a description of Laga's real life.
I kind of assumed that it was "Same as it Ever Was" plus "MacArthur Park".
Bingo.
shrift explaining her stance on Wincest.
Also.
At least here on the b.
Well, clearly I can't explain it. Though for some reason I associate it with JZ...maybe I just associate JZ with beautiful cakes. From her wedding. Or, um, something. Dunno.
Anyway. Went to dancing. There were like, fifteen people there, max. Ah well. Wednesdays are really just for the rehearsal for their dance troupe. I tried to learn the line dance, only to discover that the meds are making it hard for me to learn dances as well. AHHHH! This is not good. But in this instance, not a big deal, because not a song I would really want to line dance to anyway.
Then I had to flat out tell the 52 year old that I did not want to date her. I felt bad about that. But no.
Well, there was...baking. And being afraid of not ever having that recipe again, having once created the perfect cake.
I forget whether it got left out in the rain or not, and what that meant.
And then there was admiration, and congratulations on having created a beautiful cake, but a strong disinclination to partake, because (wincest, or whatever it might be)it's just not *my* beautiful cake.
To the best of my recollection. And then, the way things like AIFG and wrod and bob likes carrots do, the phrase just passed into lexicon, origins grown misty.