Today is the birthday of the lovely, fantabulous philips
. I'm not sure that I have adequate words to describe my delight and surprise at discovering that not only do I have an evil twin, but she's a) four years older than me and b) French! I don't know exactly how that
works, but I'll certainly take it. I've spent more time cackling in the past few months than I have in the past couple of years. No one has ever made me the head of my own publishing empire
before or taken the trouble to write slanderous fic
about me. Also, I'm pretty sure that there's not another person on the planet who would have encouraged me to document the relative endowments of my Spike and Angel dolls. And so, it's fitting that I honor Philips' birthday in the only way I can since she turned me away from the light: by torturing inanimate objects a fraction of my own size.
With my goal firmly in mind, I set out to do a doll photo shoot that would tie in with her diabolically hilarious Spuffy fic, The Caseus Prize
. (If you haven't read it yet, go read it now! It's okay, I'll wait for you. How can you resist a tale of cheese voodoo that makes Spike do things that would mortify even a dead man? Priceless!) And so, dear Philips, I offer an homage, of sorts. With fromage, of sorts. (Chevrot it ain't, bébé.)