(Two photographs) Cakes usually don't inspire emotion or even much thought. Today I passed by a random bakery shop here in town, and was horrified. Scary clowns in a devil-ring, at their secret clown meeting/seance. Edible Scarlet O'Hara hoop skirt, topped by plastic, rhizomelic child figurine. Take your pick, but don't invite me to your party. 
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February 08, 2005
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Uh, Alan, do you think that maybe you've been watching too much "Nightmare on Elm Street?" I was expecting something a bit more...macabre. Please check your cognitive grid and look again. But the page is a pretty cool concept overall.
Posted by: Jack from Philadelphia | February 09, 2005 at 01:50 PM
Yeah, maybe... I just never liked Clowns.
Thanks, Alan
Posted by: Alan N. | February 14, 2005 at 01:24 PM