Failure is the mother of success.

On the bus to the dinner part, daintydog asked with a massive grin on her face, "So. How did you fail today? Tell me about your fail." She then opted for a more sympathetic expression, at which point she looked like she'd just had a stroke and paralyzed half her face. The fail in question is the stop motion animation that Isa and I are working on; we've run into some setbacks during editing and spent all day effectively watching the spinning wait cursor.

Nevermind - failing is learning.

Seeing as it is made by myself and Isa, the animation is obviously somehow related to food. We looked around the internet for some inspiration, and found ourselves humbled by greater talents. We said to ourselves: "But they're professionals", and nodded vigorously in agreement. Here are three stop motion animation shorts that are worth developing an inferiority complex about.

First of all, a classic by Jan Svankmajer, starring the most emotionally stirring character of the food world, meat. The strange anthropomorphism makes me quite uncomfortable every time, especially when the slabs of meat move their little meat hands. See for yourself.


Now, for something lighter and less edible, here's a fantastic short that feels like it stemmed from the imagination of a six-year-old. As daintydog so elegantly put it, "If you want to watch something that will make you feel talentless, youtube PES."



This is food stop motion on steroids. Can you identify all the countries? I got a bit lost when all the kebabs appeared, thus revealing my ignorance of world history after WWII.

Saturday is Breakfast Day

LURPAK's commercial is by far my favorite right now. I sometimes find myself mumbling its delightful little slogan to myself like a mantra, "Saturday is Breakfast day, Saturday is Breakfast Day, Saturdayisbreakfastday" Sometimes I wake up on a Saturday thinking, "Finally, it's Breakfast Day."



Lately I've come to realize that breakfast is my favorite meal. I think that's because of the unwavering dietary propaganda that: Breakfast Is The Most Important Meal Of The Day. To me, that extrapolates to breakfast being something I'm entitled to as a human being. In fact, I think it should be included in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights that Everyone is entitled to breakfast. And nothing pleases me more than a meal that is not only delicious, but also a fundamental right.

Also, when it comes to breakfast, anything goes. Leftover pizza? Sure. Cake? As long as it's leftovers. A massive platter of greasy mushrooms, deep fried toast, scrambled eggs, beans and bacon? That's only to be expected of you. Granola with yogurt and orange juice? You crazy health nut you. It is the easiest meal to put out of your food-related guilty conscience, because you had to eat it. It's breakfast, damn it, and I deserve breakfast!

The more I think about it, the more brilliant it seems to use breakfast to advertise butter.