Will wonders never cease? Take a good photograph down to the Fiest Mart bakery, slap down some cash, and their dye-spewing supercomputers will reproduce the image in full digitized color, smack on the top of a sheetcake. The likeness is almost alarming. You've been good this year: why not get your own smiling mug on top of your birthday cake? Then take it home, stick a candle in your forehead, and engage in some good old-fashioned photoautoerotocannibalism. Fetishism never tasted so good.
