Friday, February 6, 2009

Everything is funnier when frosted on a cake

I was indirectly pointed to the blog Cake Wrecks by Dan B. There are many types of cake awesomeness exhibited on this site. There are stupid-cake-decorator examples, where the cake decorator took instructions too literally or misunderstood the instructions in some other way, and hilarity ensued, such as:


There are poorly executed, pug ugly, and/or poor taste cakes:
(supposedly, the cake on the right was a wedding cake created by a professional, paid baker, and meant to look like the cake on the left).



(The baker was asked to make a "happy monkey cake" (left), which the blog acutely observes looks more like Teen Wolf (right))



The most awesomest cakes on the blog are the ones that are just weird for no good reason. Weird stuff is funny in general, but it's way better when frosted on a cake (a) because cakes are supposed to be all sunshine and lollipops and (b) because they're made to be eaten.



Anyways, if you, like me, enjoy cake, frosting, and schadenfreude, and are also bored at work, I recommend you waste some time at Cake Wrecks.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

NPR concerts

I think this concert is really pretty:
Andrew Bird, by Joel Didriksen.

I have listened to it twice already :).

This Radiohead concert also on NPR is also supercool:
Radiohead, by Jesse Groves.

I have listened to it more than twice...

Sunday, February 1, 2009

The Dangers of Stem Cell Research


I'm visiting San Diego this weekend, and I watched a show called "Eleventh Hour" with my Mom. It has to be seen to be believed. The main character is a "scientist" (he goes around introducing himself, "My name's [blah blah blah]. I'm a Scientist.") investigating unusual crimes for the FBI. The crime on yesterday's program: some evil country club types were stealing stem cells from kids with cancer so that they could inject the stem cells into their faces and rejuvenate their skin. Their downfall: injecting the stem cells too deep into their faces, causing one of them to grow a second heart, over-oxygenate his blood, and drive into a swimming pool.