BOOJUM! - Baking Bad Boy

Not Actually Bad In The Sense Of "BAD!"
     In fact quite good.  Anna - a lady whose name has graced these pages rather too frequently* - asked if Conrad, being the gentleman and baker that he is, could provide a Red Velvet <Something> recipe for her sister?
     Why certainly replied Conrad, not wanting to blow his human cover story.  Using the Hummingbird Bakery recipe book, he discovered that there were two recipes for Red Velvet <Something>.  So, in the spirit of thoroughness, he copied both of them, with some hints about what to do.

Red Velvet Whoopee Pies!  No I don't know why they're called Whoopee Pies 

 More Baking!
     Gluten-free, if you care to know. 
     Here an aside:  on Friday I didn't take any cakes or biscuits or muffins or indeed Whoopee Pies in to work, assuming that folks would be caked-out and fed up of sweet things after gorging themselves on endless stollen, mince pies, biscuits, chocolates, chocolate biscuits, winter whirls, more biscuits and more chocolates.
     Wrong! 
     Sophie and Anna (yes that one, again!) both complained at lack of Conrad's cake.  Fortunately, I had a tin of Emergency Reserve Biscuits from a couple of weeks ago stored in my locker.  They went down famously.
     Back to today and the gluten-free carrot cake.  For your perusal:

Oddly enough, chock full of banana

Other parties insist that the cake has a cream cheese frosting, which means waiting until tomorrow when it's completely cool.  I know, I know, I can hear you chorusing "It's cool already, Conrad!  It was made by you!"
     Not that kind of cool.
     I have also been using up the surplus banana mountain occasioned by our resident banana-scoffer, the hard hog, going off to London to shoot scenes for the - but that would be telling.
     Anyway, the banana mountain.  I made Lemony Olive Oil Banana Bread to get rid of surplus lemon zest (from the Limoncello, if you recall) and Hey Pesto!**

Actually 6' in diameter

Both cake and blog would have been with you, gentle reader, and a lot earlier, had not a 2 1/2 hour power cut intervened.  The messenger mice have been despatched to find out who the culprit is, after which they will suffer horribly be given a stern talking to.

Excuse Me
     Explosions In The Sky!  Maps!  Paatos!
     No, not instructions on how to deal with The End Of The World (although when my invasion fleet gets here you will need to know how).  Bands!  These are bands.
     Along with the PA system at Fopp!, Q magazine and word of mouth, I pay attention to what Grooveshark recommends, since their recommendations are based on what I've been listening to.  I'd say they have a 66% - 75% success rate.
     Music - the one thing that may save the human race!
Also, here find a hilarious skit on the indie music scene:
http://blogs.houstonpress.com/rocks/2011/01/graphic_which_indie-rock_band.php

I recognise most of those bands and even have some of their CDs.  Which makes me -

Hipster Dad.  Note Crown of Awesome.

* No, Anna, you cannot have a credit!  BOOJUM! is mine and mine alone!
** Yes I know it should be "Hey Presto" but I like pine nuts