10-8-08 “Honey, when I said give me a little head, I didn’t mean…”

Well, Shanoah, I promised you that I would stop writing about the election and the stock market. There are others far, far more qualified to write about them… and like you said, who knows what’s going on while we’re being distracted by these passion plays?

But I ran across something yesterday, and I just couldn’t resist the urge, yes, the hideous, hideous urge. STOP ME BEFORE I BLOG AGAIN!

Anyhoo, stocks tanked today, despite central banks around the world cutting their rates, in what the Associated Press called ”a rare coordinated move”. Now, why do I think that these “rare” events are going to become as common as flies on a cowflop in the coming months?

They also tanked despite a late rally spurred by “bargain hunting”, which is financialese for “what a flock of vultures does to a wildebeest corpse on the Serengeti plain”. The cannibalistic tendencies of Wall Street make your neat thing today surprisingly timely.

I stumbled across this on the Bazillion Points blog yesterday. It’s a video, courtesy of itnsource and shot mostly in “Moment of Zen”-grade silence, of a Thai baker who’s evidently seen Sweeney Todd one too many times. Per itnsource:

Gruesome body parts greet customers of a bakery in Ratchaburi, Thailand. Artist and baker Kittiwat Unarrom has sculpted life-like heads, feet and hands from dough in the bakery’s kitchen and exhibits them in glass cabinets in the shop. He says his edible art lures one hundred visitors a day.

Not work safe for… well, you’ll see.

Watching this video raises more questions than it answers… and most of them are questions that I’d rather weren’t answered, like: How did Unarrom find out that he can do this? Why did he decide to do this? And where did he learn to reproduce the textures and colors of putrefying human flesh in dough?

This video also engenders a horrid fascination in me, and awakens facets of my own personality that I’d rather disown. I mean, don’t those horrid, bloated, ugly pastries look…

DELICIOUS?

Don’t you just want to saunter into this bakery and sink your teeth into some guy’s skull? I mean, what do they feel like? What do they taste like?

Yes, I know. I’m a freak who considers the Necronomicon to be bathroom reading. But they’re my kinks and I love them.