I'm working on scenes of Bible reading in Victorian historical fiction, an endeavor which occasionally leads me to seek much-needed recreation...elsewhere. (Very elsewhere. Far elsewhere.) In a spirit of complete non-intellectual activity, here is Cake Wrecks, devoted to professional cake-decorating gone not only haywire, but positively superkerflooey. I now feel a sudden urge to avoid anything that looks like cake, for some reason. (With any luck, this will be a temporary side-effect. After all, once I get this monograph fully drafted, I plan on celebrating with a slice of "Death by Chocolate," or something similarly decadent. Because if you're celebrating a book manuscript, your slice of chocolate cake has zero calories. Right? Riiight.) Via.