The creations on this page all received Honorable Mentions in the 2002 DBCT Extravaganza People's Choice contest.

Thank Paul O'Neill and several generations of apologists for corruption in the name of liberty for their inspiration and unintentional support for the exploration of the outer boundaries of cereal dementia.

Meltdown? Implosion? Embarrassment? Criminal Escapade? Experiment in immorality? Occasion for rueful laughs? Holy Roller Water Coaster Flying Toaster? Check back at this location for the answers to your burning questions at some time in the indeterminate future.

How many Cheerios does it take to reduce the specific gravity of a foam ring to below that of a saline solution approximating the quality and consistency of Queen Charlotte Strait, just north of the Gulf Islands and west of Vancouver? And by the way, Happy Birthday to Project Alchemy.

A peaceful scene, eh? Reminiscent of that last vacation you had in Hawaii, blissing out on the beach and contemplating your oneness with the universe and the harmony of existence and feeling compassion for the suffering of all beings, just before you realized you were over 40, had knockknees and a bad back, and your carburetor just fell off.

One wants to say something about this self-propelled object labelled "Giraffe," but then decides it would be better to remain silent and allow there to remain at least a fragment of doubt in some anonymous observer's mind about whether one had anything to do with this bizarre and offensively kinetic cultural artifact.

The lake of a life. All you need to be happy.

This is hard to explain, but it looks absolutely like a real, actual cheese pizza with tomato and very dark, sweet raspberry sauce. And it tastes even better.

Straw, sticks, and bricks, all made from cereal, all guaranteed to have a particular and prescribed reaction to being enveloped in a blast of halitosis from a certain canis lupus.