So many years ago, Mojo bought a tea plant. A real, honest-to-gosh, pluck-a-leaf-and-throw-it-in-boiling-water Camellia sinensis sort of plant. It was all part of her continuing quest for self-reliance and self-sufficiency; she thought maybe if she could have a personal source to supply her caffeine addiction it would be better than relying on The Man.  MORE Mojo! »

Sad but true. Here ya go....

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EVERY FREAKIN' TIME I am on the verge of uploading the first Craptacular item, something comes up. And so, rather than making people sit through a series of technical glitches, I am pulling the first item altogether, and concentrate on the February item. Hopefully by THEN things will have sorted themselves out...

Mojo

So that people don't think I spend ALL my life complaining, I'll just report this little tidbit to make up for the scads and scads of whines.

The other day I went down into the basement to feed Ratty Cat and scoop out the litterbox. (What, you say, so this is the best Mojo can do for a non-complaint? To which I say: Wait for it. It's coming.)

The other day I went down into the basement to feed Ratty Cat and scoop out the litterbox. And while I was down there, I decided, just for ha=has, to check the level on the oil tank.  MORE Mojo! »

So today is ITLP Day. Notice how cunning Mojo used initials to confound her enemies. Mostly because Mojo's enemies ain't too bright. And Mojo, as we all know, is lazy.

Anyway, I am somewhat disappointed waking up today because my Pirate Filter hasn't kicked in yet. Some of this MIGHT be because the server where this site sits is some free fowsand miles away from where Mojo sits drinking her coffee and chocolate morning treat while typing.

Last year I forgot I had the filter installed and had like a ten-second freakout trying to determine what was wrong with the site.

Anyway, that's the scoop. Have a good weekend!

Mojo

I've been kinda wondering why my site stats suddenly plummetted to almost zero after this weekend. I mean, Mojo does get tiresome with her constant whining, but I expected at least MY MOTHER would continue reading, if only to keep up on her eventual libel suit against me.

And I expected at least ONE family member to make a cow joke. They have utterly disappointed me in that regard. Ah well. Disappointment is Mojo's friend in this lifetime.

Turns out, while I was playing around backstage on the site, I accidently blipped something in the database that cuts off all access for non-users. i.e., YOU.

Luckily for me I was bored and there was a public computer handy, so I decided to check the Craptacular. And instead found the dreadful CMS Welcome Page. Ooops.

Things should now be back to its normal Craptacular state. And if they're not, well, you wouldn't be reading this, anyway, would you? Duh!

Mojo

She just got too caught up with sitting around eating bonbons and watching television.

Many things to report, all of them banal, but since sloth still prevails I will only report that the company my Favorite Husband works for just happens to share part of their name with that of a significantly more famous company that manufactures gum. So yesterday they received a letter--amongst all their usual business correspondence--from what appears to be a small child. It tells them how much the writer enjoys their gum ("it makes me tengal inside in a good way" they report), and by the way, would they be so kind to send their young correspondent some free gum? It's very cute. So cute, in fact, some of the people at my Favorite Husband's work are going to send the kid free gum, and explain very nicely that they are NOT the gum company, but a macho machine tool company that normally eats small, cute, gum-chewing children for breakfast.

Or words to that effect. To be honest I wasn't paying attention by that point.

Mojo