Why So Serious?

Superheroes have it rough, too. I mean, there's the tights, the endless amount of bullets ricocheting off their rock-hard pectoral muscles, and of course all the women throwing themselves in their paths. (Obviously I'm talking about guy superheroes here, but if you'd prefer to think of Wonder Woman with rock-hard pectoral muscles, more power to ya.)

What, that doesn't sound so bad? Then allow me to introduce a new Wreck series: Caped Catastrophes. Today's first lucky victim? The Bat Man himself.

Here Bat Boy rides out of a plastic drain-pipe on a magma slick in glorious celebration of "Brian Day". Um, are those things on the side supposed to be bats, Clarissa D.?

Then there's the continuing drama between Batman and the Batmobile:

"Wait - come back! I didn't mean it! I DON'T miss that new-car smell, honest!"

I agree that the door in the brick wall is a little odd, Ashley W., but what I really want to know is how the Batmobile can leave a cloud of snow-white exhaust shaped like a hibiscus flower. These Bat gadgets - they just get cooler every year, don't they?

Fortunately Judith C. reports that 'man and 'mobile appear to have made up here:

"Blasted Baked Balls of Blue! I can't...quite...reach you!"

Christal W. found the best toy-to-cake ratio out there:

I'm not sure if "River" is the birthday person's name, or if - in the tradition of Wreckerators everywhere - the decorator just labeled the cake what it's supposed to look like. If that's the case, then s/he must have meant "cascading river of blood, cement, and mold". But, you know, that probably wouldn't have fit.

([sigh] Again, yes, it's "professional". I checked the site and everything. C'mon, a little credit here?)

Now remember, kids: crime doesn't pay. Right, Batman?

But you know, all these cakes are totally cheating: they each use plastic Batman figurines! Why aren't decorators actually drawing the caped crusader?

Oh. That's why. Thanks, Nicc.

[shifty eyes] Um, and can I just say that that's an unfortunately appropriate placement of the "pp"?

Aaaand I'm done.

Have a superhero Wreck you've been meaning to send me? Then send it in soon; I'll be continuing the Caped Catastrophes theme over the next few weeks.

The Presidential Sweet

This is a day for the history books, folks! Yep, that's right: today I opened a fresh tin of Godiva dark-chocolate-covered pretzels, and only ate two. I know: impressive, right?

Oh, and Barack Obama is being inaugurated as President of the United States. That, too.

Naturally, I want to join in all the patriotic fervor the best way I know how, so allow me to dredge up a mistake from the not-so-distant past:

Ta-da!

This election-night Wreck's irony is twofold: 1) it's from a bakery in Chicago, and 2) the wreckerator responsible made a point of telling Chelsea M. what a big Obama supporter she was.

[looking at cake again] Yeeaah. Kinda makes you wonder what it would have looked like if she didn't like him.

Of course, bakeries across Washington and the U.S. are pulling out all the stops in honor of today's festivities, so we have more current Wrecks, too. Here's one Greg P. spied:

"Change we can belive in!"

And another from Meghan G.:

Feeling a little seasick, Mr. President? Or perhaps you've spied my Godiva pretzels and are simply green with envy? [waggling eyebrows]

Some places are doing a better job, though: here's what the posh Willard Room Restaurant in D.C. has on display:

[tilting head] Huh. You know, Zach S., from where I sit it looks like the White House is leaning a little to the left.

[cymbal crash]

Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week.

Oh, and here's a great example of American ingenuity: this is what Cate E. came up with when she needed to sell an overstock of Yule Log cakes left over from the holidays:

Obama logs! Or as she dubbed them, "Presidential InLOGuration Cakes". Heheheh.

And lastly, I'll leave you with Sierra Rein's find:

First thought: "Wow! So pretty!"

Second thought: "Whoah, is he... I mean, does it look like...Uhh...Yeah, maybe I better zoom in..."

"Oh, phew! Never mind!"

3rd thought: "Why am I suddenly reminded of Howdy Doody?"

4th thought: "Sheesh, this is a long post. I think I need a few more Godiva pretzels now." [wanders off in search of sweets]