My spam trap seems to be failing me this past 24 hours. Of course the only comment spams getting through thus far are the gibberish ones. I don't know why they bother to use this awesome technology to send gibberish, but then again there are many aspects of this world Mojo just doesn't get. So instead she just deletes them by hand and hope this is a passing fancy.

Nearly all the spam is caught and I sometimes waltz through them, and once in a while you find that odd nugget of gold. Most are the gibberish sort, a few are for various online pharmacies, but there is one in particular I get once in a while that really excites me.

What are they selling, you ask? I'll tell you. They are selling Soviet-made helicopters. At least that is what they claim they are selling; Mojo cannot be bothered to click on the link and see for herself. And they promise me--cross their hearts and hope to die, stick a needle in their eye--that they can get me helicopters WAY CHEAPER than any other place attempting to sell me helicopters.

Mojo currently is not in the market for a helicopter, but she admires the spammer's sunny optimism that she might be. I'm not sure how much a freakin' helicopter would even COST, let alone whether or not I'd be getting a good deal on one.

I'd probably take my Favorite Husband AND my Favorite Father on my helicopter-buying trip, just in case the salesman gets too obnoxious. They're both really good at abusing bad salespeople. And I'll be sure to bring along a printout of my helicopter spam, to threaten them that I can get my helicopter WAY CHEAPER on the internet if they don't meet my helicopter needs.

But first I need a car. New car, THEN helicopter. PRIORITIES, Mojo! Priorities!

Mojo