In a moment of educational give-and-take, one of my interns just enlightened me to the fact that an excess of hotdog buns can actually be used to make some excellent french toast sticks. A solid plan, it seems. Probably even better if you swap the hotdog for a sausage.

To step up the class ever so slightly there though, I'd recommend taking a look over at fancyfastfood.com, a semi-ridiculous site about how to reconstitute various fast food dishes into gourmet-looking dishes, often of a completely different food type. It's fascinating stuff, though for better or for worse most of it seems to sit outside the reach of my blenderless life. And like the title says, it doesn't actually make it any better for you, but sometimes it's really just about looking good.

I know I'm a sucker for most things Lionsgate, but this trailer for Daybreakers actually looks like it might be something.



Video link here.

So there's of course been a lot of buzzing and boo-hooing about Michael Jackson in the last 24 hours, which of course makes perfect sense. It's certainly an unfortunate turn of events (though I daresay perhaps moreso if you happen to be Farrah Fawcett, Sky Saxon, or John Joseph Houghtaling, inventor of the Magic Fingers).

More directly on the topic of Michael Jackson though, I've gotta say that I really feel like we're not seeing the big picture here. Yes, he did amazing things with music and yes, he had a tragically fascinating life, and yes, his death is a sad thing indeed. However, anyone who takes a good long look at the life and times of Michael Jackson will quickly realize that in the truest sense of the word, Michael Jackson is not dead. His body may have ceased to "live" by all technical definitions, but at least for the immediate interim, I feel that it's painfully short-sighted to think that this is the last the earth has seen of Michael Jackson.

This is a guy who was essentially a shape-shifter. A guy who collected mummies and skeletons and was, at least I choose to believe, planning on building a gigantic robot version of himself in the Nevada desert. He was essentially my one great hope for a real-life Supervillain in our time, and I simply can't believe that a man like that didn't have some kind of backup plan crafted in the event of his death.

We may not see it within our lifetimes, but there's not a doubt in my mind that this world hasn't seen the last of Michael Jackson. If Walt Disney's head is frozen in a jar awaiting reconstitution, then I have high, high hopes for the terror that the reanimated corpse of Michael Jackson will reign down upon the planet once our science and dreams have evolved far enough down that dark technological path.

He will rise again, and he will make us pay.

I thought I'd share my submission for a little contest laid out by this fellow Phil McAndrew over here. The challenge was to draw yourself as you imagine you'll be at 100, assuming science has allowed us all to get there more or less intact. I recommend you peruse the submissions; there's some hilarious, awesome stuff in there.

...and didn't spend too much time thinking "globally" about the new name.

rubicante_kid posted a photo:

A self-portrait in response to a contest, asking you to draw yourself at 100.

In 1909 a remarkable project was initiated by Russian photographer Sergey Mikhaylovich Prokudin-Gorsky. His mission was to record - in full and vibrant color - the vast and diverse Russian Empire. Here, with his story, is a selection of his amazing century old full color pictures.

Oh man, I totally missed Danzig's birthday yesterday. Happy birthday, buddy!

I'm not generally one for posting links labeled "cutest thing ever" but I think there's always room for exceptions here and there.

Thanks, iandavid.

Video link here.

Pretty adorable little live-action stop-motion short film by Tomas Mankovsky, with a soundtrack by Keith Kenniff of Helios fame.