That is unusual and pretty, but...cakes don't generally have moving parts, therefore don't need to be steampunked...ow, my brain hurts now.

Aww, we diabetics can eat cake, just not in unlimited quantities. That being said, this is freaking adorable. Too bad MY husband doesn't like chocolate cake.

Johnny Cat,

Please respect the caviar! :)

If you enjoyed that, you really should go see this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jH8gtrD4_C4

Or this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZA1NoOOoaNw&feature=related

I find this inexpressibly disturbing.

Another talented native son of Texas. :)

There's a local plumbing company called Benjamin Franklin, and that's their number, and yes, they use the jingle.

What do do with books if you don't like reading? I don't know, how about leave them alone?

P.S. I'm really not at all surprised that there are talented entertainers who are depressed. One wonders if in today's society we would try to medicate a Van Gogh out of a job.

I didn't talk about my depression for years for many reasons, but one of the major ones was my parents' attitude: my mom was a counselor and (in my perception) behaved as though I was a bother (bringing her work home with her?) and my dad went around saying that as long as you had a roof over your head and enough to eat, you didn't have anything to be sad about, so suck it up and put a smile on your face.

I have since made my peace with my parents and we all understand the situation a LOT better than we did back then. But to hear someone like Dandy imply that depressed people are really just in...I don't know, denial? a lack of willingness to examine one's own life? I'm not really willing to put the details of my life or what caused my depression up here on the Internets for just anyone to read, suffice it to say that Dandy, you do not know of what you speak. And attitudes like that just make it that much harder for depressives to get the help they need, whether it's to see a mental health professional or even just ask a friend for help.

My psychiatrist is a cognitive therapist. He told me up front he had no interest in keeping me in therapy for years and years. He did prescribe an antidepressant, in order to get my depression "out of the way," as he put it, much like taking an aspirin for a headache, so that we could work on what was the root cause.

I'm in a much, much better place than I was six years ago, or for much of my life leading up to that for that matter, but I had to hit rock bottom before I got desperate enough to get help, and a lot of that was because of mental conditioning to just "suck it up and deal."

Harumph. Some of us dug Laurie long before he became House. But still, this is cool. Thanks. :)

*raises hand* I too have been dealing with the D word much of my life, and am a much happier person for therapy as much as medication. I'm glad to read an article like this, especially after reading that Bijou Phillips, whoever she is, thinks that all depressives just need to stop being "f***ing pans[ies]."

Where are the "bitter Republicans?" These days it seems that if you say anything that is not total, unquestioned, fawning praise, why then you're just another neocon.

There really IS a gray area! And a lot of us see that.

Thank you Mary, you beat me to it. :)

This will be the most heavily merchandised Presidency, it seems.