If you have to ask, you're probably in the wrong place. And if you like unicorns and rainbows and skipping through dewy meadows, I'd advise you to leave, before you get traumatized too much. For the brave few that remain, every now and then Mojo's Craptacular is that thin ray of sunshine in your otherwise drab and pathetic life.
An Instructional Dialogue Betwixt Mojo and Her Favorite Husband Ensues:
FAVORITE HUSBAND: I was in a hotel room the other night and I caught THE HOBBIT movie on cable.
MOJO: WHICH Hobbit movie? There are THREE of them.
FH: The one that happens before they dump the ring into the lava.
I *think* I *might* have it. I don't really know. There have been two other times in my life when I *think* I might have had it, but it's never how other people get it.
So yesterday, it turns out, was the birthday of Phineas Gage. If you DON'T know who Phineas Gage was, you have either been living under a rock for the past twenty years, or you have ABSOLUTELY NO INTEREST WHATSOEVER in human behavior and/or neurobiology. I happen to be somewhat interested in these topics, but to be honest I am getting a little tired of them trotting out poor winking Phineas whenever they want to make a point about impulse control in the human brain.
Aw, geez. Can't we have ONE book on human behavior that doesn't trot out poor Phineas Gage and his magical tamping rod? #OwieOwieOwieOwieOw
— Mojo Place (@MojoPlace) June 26, 2017
So this morning I went shopping super-early (to avoid crowds 'n' whatnot) and I was on my way home, which is mostly on dinky little rural roads out in the middle of nowhere. I had just turned onto yet another dinky little rural road and started climbing the hill that marks the beginning of the thousand-foot "mountain" I must climb to reach where my house actually is (they don't call them "The Hilltowns" fer nothin!).