Deborah Kerr, 1921-2007

Oh no...Deborah Kerr died two days ago. She was so good in...well, everything. We should all raise a glass of pink Champagne in her memory.

Pretty Young Things

What is the connection between beauty, sweets, and death? Not sure, but I found two photosets that are worth checking out for their picturesque weirdness. First, there's Daniela Edburg's Drop Dead Gorgeous, in which an assortment of chicks succumb to an array of (mostly) delicious temptations. My demise would totally be Death by Nutella. (Oh, and I have these socks.)

Even creepier is the series Little Dolls, the subjects of which make JonBenet Ramsey look like Laura Ingalls.

And Tinky Winky Rejoiced

Jerry Falwell is dead. Well, that's one person who I can stop wishing dead. I must confess to being rather disappointed that he didn't die in some sort of compromising position, but I suppose we can't have everything.

Go Fly a Kite—Now a Death Threat!

You know there's something wrong when a kite-flying festival is marred by 11 deaths. Eleven. Deaths. At a kite-flying festival. What the fuck is wrong with the world (particularly the participants in this event)? (Via reddit.)