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Apple Store SoHo: Hugh “Fancy” Dancy



I promised myself that I’d never let an Apple Store Soho event catch me off-guard again — or worse, pass me by. So I’ve been checking their schedule religiously. And lo and behold, about three days before the event itself, I spot a Hugh Dancy on their event calendar. In his ‘Hannibal’ mask. I nearly peed myself with excitement.

I was lucky enough to have attended the event that they had with Mads Mikkelsen and Thomas Vinterberg for Jagten (The Hunt), which was packed with (mostly ‘Hannibal’) fans. Hugh’s event was decidedly smaller. But I didn’t care. I was in the first row, people, with Frenchie and my best friend… just a few feet away from Mr. Dancy’s adorable red-socked feet.




He was incredibly articulate and funny as hell. And I was impressed: he commanded the interview in a way that I hadn’t seen before, at one point guiding the Apple staff to play one particular clip instead of another that they had synced up. He was clearly excited to be there and excited to talk about his character. He even pointed out someone in the audience with a flower crown (“I see a flower crown, hello!”), and seemed decidedly pleased by it. He has a thousand and one facial expressions, and he’s even more attractive in person than in photos or in television. That accent is divine. Lighthearted and very, very polite. But I’ll come back to that later.




I got to ask him a question about Will Graham and if it’s taught him anything about mental health. At least, I THINK that’s what I asked. Honestly, I can’t remember what it was, let alone what the answer was, because he spent the next two minutes looking DIRECTLY INTO MY EYES as he answered. Didn’t look away. Not for one second. I remember nodding and smiling but I was dying inside, not listening. I’m patiently waiting for Apple to release the video of the event to jar my memory.


Now, the main event.


We scrambled out of the Apple Store and tried to find the back door. We did. It was just the three of us and one other fellow. Apple employees came out, by the ones and two, and we waited. And waited.

Finally, a glimmer of Mr. Dancy as he left. He was halfway down the street until I mustered up the strength to squeak out his name.




He turned around and WALKED BACK TO US and asked us how he could help us. Oh, what a loaded question. We asked for pictures and he happily obliged, putting his arm around us. We died. He was so polite and friendly — best celebrity experience EVER. Hugh Dancy, you’ve reached perfect gentleman status in my heart.

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‘The Walking Dead’ – A Guv’nuh Appreciation Post


I was a huge fan of The Walking Dead, first season. Zombie brain pulp, tension, slashing Rick and Shane… I mean, what? (honestly, how could you not see the chemistry between those two…) Popular opinion is that it’s still a good show, but I think it’s become rubbish written with crayons by school children. Just sayin’.


There’s one saving grace, and that might be because I love me some tall, sociopathic, crazy-eyed mofos.

Oh, yeah. Work it, Honey.
Oh, yeah. Work it, Honey.

Let’s face it…the quiet ones with the crazy eyes are always the best. Look at him. He’s so pensive. Homicidal. Cheeky bastard. Don’t you just want to pinch his jowls? And if there’s anything I appreciate most, it’s character development while staying true to their inner demons. And I think dear ol’ Brian has quite a few.

Wonder why they keep ending up underwater, though…

Meet Krystal…Or ‘How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Blog’



Well, hello there! I’m Krystal the newest contributing writer for Dipped in Cream. I like being raw. Not diet-wise, because I will pretty much put anything in my face — no. I’m emotional. Angry, sad, emphatic, full of rage, manically full of joy. I’m pretty passionate about the things I like and dislike, and I have a lot of opinions, though I don’t often voice them…but I will HERE!



Sometimes I speak before I think, which is where that raw element comes in. If I think that episode of fill in the blank is crap, then I’m gonna say it’s crap. If the ending of that video game that came out last month made me curl up in a ball and weep on my girlfriend’s lap, well – you’re going to know that, too. I like to think that that’s why I pursued psychology; as a way to corral all of those gyrating and twerking and explosive feelings into stanzas and paragraphs. It helped. Unfortunately, I’m just a desk jockey, now — but I still try to use my Hannibal Lecter powers for good (but not food).

But that doesn’t mean that the ending of Bioshock Infinite didn’t make me cry like a little bitch. So when I say, ‘HAAHNNGH, THAT MADE ME CRY LIKE A LITTLE BITCH,‘ you know it’s real. No shame.

On a calmer note, I want to grow as a person, as a writer, and as a sponge for culture. I’ve avoided contributing to a blog for ages because I wasn’t sure if I could successfully get out all the things I have to say. So please, please… feedback is the thing that makes my little heart tick. Even if you want to tell me to take some Prozac and stop crying like a little bitch, please do. It will make me fist pump to the stars and beyond.