The Competition

I know many of you eagerly await the day when this blog will actually deal with our new child and contain baby updates and photos. Well, you can go ahead and watch those expectations crumble to the ground like so many other childhood dreams because this entry is about a monkey.
Not any ordinary monkey, mind you. The only monkey who keeps Mojobrand from being an unstoppable monopolistic empire of unbridled capitalistic domination. A monkey so clever that scientists from around the world flock to Texas to pet his smooth fur with the hopes that they can somehow absorb some of his intelligence through their greasy fingertips.
That monkey is...Kamork



Kamork lives with my sister outside of Austin and runs Kamorkbrand Industries. What does Kamorkbrand do? To be honest, pretty much the same thing that Mojobrand does. And since I'm not really at liberty to explain that either I'll just give you some back story. Mojo and Kamork are dear friends who run up enormous cell phone bills each month talking to each other. They are two peas in a pod, although Kamork has no tail. He wears a bow tie but doesn't care for bow tie pasta. Who really does? Probably really mean school teachers and people who don't like deodorant.

Anyway, Kamork will be coming to stay with us after the baby comes, to help Mojo with his chores and to perform light hearted Shakespearean plays to entertain the baby when it gets fussy. His potential list of performances includes:

Much Ado About Mojo
A Midsummer's Night's Monkey
The Merchant of Kamorkistan
Taming of the Shoulders