No news is good news

Some power that be seems to have decreed that lo, those of us who work downtown today should commemorate the day with a massive traffic jam with random fire trucks. I grouchily wedged my earphones in a little tighter and put on my best commuter scowl, honed by years of dealing with random Metro delays and passes through the infamous Mixing Bowl.

In hopes of dissipating the morning snarls, I present a classic: The Discworld Cake. When La Mère first saw these photos, she warned that she would not ever make anything remotely resembling this cake. That comes as something of a relief, because while the cake is impressive as hell—continents, Rimfall, Cori Celesti, oh my!—it also gives me to wonder just a tiny bit about the maker's sanity. Behold the Great A'tuin!