Baked goods or performance art?

The Lack of circumstantial maintenance.
This is what I love most about mojobear.

Mojo (Kevin) was content to left alone to sleep in and awoke around 11am to freshly brewed coffee and his birthday presents: A Leaf Blower / Vac and Weird All Yankovic’s UHF on dvd.

The Black and Decker seemed appropriate since he’s always soliciting Chad and I with proposals which generally include the words: Suck and Blow. He also has a proclivity for yard-work which I try to encourage at every turn.

The Weird Al? Well… Mojobear is one of those gifted folks who can see the true genius in things like that, as well as MAD Magazine and Leslie Nielson.

Birthday boy’s requested lunch?
Take home from Sonic: 2 #1 Sonic burgers, Large Tots.
(See above comment about lack of circumstantial maintenance).

The afternoon was spent relaxing, watching UHF and the second installment of the Lord of the Rings trilogy.
_____________________

SIDENOTE: Has anyone else experienced this?

I can appreciate the L.O.R. Films and can’t find any really solid reason to criticize them.
But for some reason, I can’t sit through either of the two films without nodding off!
I’ve dubbed this phenomena the “TOLKEN SUB-SONIC HYPNO-SLEEPY VIBE”.

I’ve tried, repeatedly, to watch both films and can’t make it past an hour per sitting without loosing consciousness.
______________________

Birthday Boy’s requested evening?
Going to see Freddy vs. Jason.
Not to much to say about that, the film was what it was.
(Thank god I have an updated version of Pong on my cell phone).

On the trip back from the mega-media-plex, Chad and I decided it’d be fun to bake a birthday cake.

Note: I’m no putz in the kitchen, but I must give props to the professional baker-folk out there – because BAKING is an art unto itself.

We carefully read the box, found the virgin BUNT cake pan my mother gave me five years ago and before we knew it – we, and the kitchen, had a light dusting of flour and our creation was cooking away in the oven.

Magic.

45 minutes later – we pulled our creation out, completely mangled it trying to release it from the pan and spent another 10 minutes trying to “sculpt” this mountain of steaming cake batter into something resembling a Buntesque shape.

We would have had better luck fashioning something resembling Devil’s Tower while doing really bad Richard Dreyfuss impersonations.

Nonetheless… It “IS” the thought that counts and Kevin was touched.

We laughed, we ate and we went to bed.. Not before promising not to blog the event.