(Note: This idea is way creepier than yesterday's horror-story toilet paper.)

Del Monte Superfruit Smoothies has created a line of limited-edition ‘licence to chill’ popsicles inspired by the stirring sight of a shirtless Daniel Craig as James Bond. 'Daniel Craig topped our poll of Britain’s coolest celebrities and thanks to our Del Monte lolly replica he is officially immortalised as super smooth and licensed to chill,' according to a Del Monte spokesman. Behold:


I feel vaguely guilty eating gingerbread men (it seems mean to start by chomping off their heads, but isn't eating the arms and legs first just prolonging their suffering?), so I cannot imagine wanting to eat such a lifelike replica of some dude's head and torso.

Even a hot dude's head and torso. But I suppose it takes all kinds.

Labels: James Bond, Random creepiness

According to Yahoo! News, the Japanese have brought us another glorious new product: a horror story printed on toilet paper. Each roll of the paper contains several copies of a nine-chapter novella written by Koji Suzuki (who wrote the story the Ring movies were based on).

According to the article, "[The short story is] set in a public restroom, takes up about three feet (90 centimeters) of a roll and can be read in just a few minutes". The toilet paper will sell for 210 yen ($2.20) a roll.

Labels: Horror, Random creepiness

I would like to think that this is an April Fools' joke, but, sadly, it's still March.


With typical elegance and restraint, Gawker is reporting that the Sweet Valley High books have been updated. (See: "Random House Proudly Promoting Eating Disorders".) According to the linked memo, Random House has given the blonde, beautiful, unlucky-in-love Wakefield twins a full 21st century makeover. Elizabeth is now a blogger and the editor of her school's website, the twins drive a Jeep Wranger (wouldn't socially responsible Elizabeth drive something a little more fuel-efficient?), and both girls are now thinner: they've been updated from a grotesquely fat "perfect size 6" to a much more reasonable "perfect size 4".

While the size four thing is totally gross, I think the Gawker headline is unfair. Random House is trying to promote a series that was actually pretty wholesome: the original Sweet Valley High books were like a PG-rated soap opera. They were plenty stupid, but they didn't have the meaningless sex, rampant brand-whoring, or extreme social backstabbing so prevalent in today's Gossip Girl-influenced publishing industry. I'm not saying I approve of the choices Random House has made, but I'm reserving judgment... at least until Jessica (now a full-blown alcoholic) gets drunk and sleeps with Elizabeth's boyfriend, and Elizabeth gets her revenge by publishing X-rated pictures of Jessica on her blog. If that happens, Gawker can write whatever they want with my full support.

[Via BuzzSugar]

Labels: Random creepiness, Series, Updates