Half the cakes are technically excellent, but poor design decisions. Half are terrible lettering on pre-made cakes. But now and then you get a cake that offers up, in cake and fondant, a searing glimpse into the bitter heart of love.
And then there's this. Goddamn computers. Someday soon some idiot will screw up the scripting at the Large Hadron Collider, we'll all turn into strangelets, and it will be all over. No more cakes, EVER.