I'm reminded of that episode of The Simpsons where Lunch Lady Doris complains about the quality of the cafeteria supplies, pointing to a box labelled:

GRADE F MEAT
Ingredients: Mostly circus animals, some filler

At first I thought, "Odd, but kinda sweet and at least original." But then I started to think of mail-order brides as having an EULA and I made myself sad. I'm going to go play with something shiny now to make myself feel better.

"...the Leonardo of jerking off."

If I can't find a way to work that line into a conversation in the next 24 hours then I have failed as a human being. Thanks, Cory :)

In my fantasies this would be scenario for the best 20 minute play ever written by Harold Pinter.

If there's ever a funeral procession held for the eventual death of the petrol-powered vehicle, I vote this to lead the procession. The hulking shell of a classic gas-guzzler slowly and solemnly drifting past, silent save for the squeaking noise of frantic pedalling. Poignant, ridiculous and comical: an absolutely fitting tribute.

The two heads in the bottom left corner remind me of Kashira, the three bouncing green heads in Miyazaki's Spirited Away. As a side note, I've always thought that they'd be an awesome idea for a set of three upholstered footstools/pouffes for someone with mad craft skillz. Anyone up for the challenge?

Hmm... I think this one scores low on the craft factor but more than makes up for it in creepiness. Imagine the poor child walking into this room only to find their favourite dolls re-enacting a scene from 'Hurricane Disaster at Doll Picnic'. Personally, I imagine them as a flock of murderous dolls whose flying attack is accompanied by an unholy screeching; very The Birds meets Piranha Part Two: The Spawning.

It reminds me of a game from my childhood called Cascade by Matchbox. You can find some YouTube clips of Cascade in action here. Big Bang Boing does look a lot more flexible in its setup though, and a helluva lot of fun!