As much as Mojo likes to pretend she's on top of things and totally, uh, "hep", the sad, sorry fact is, she's pretty clueless and tends to receive much of her information well after the fact. Like from my Favorite Mother. You just KNOW when your mother is talking about stuff from the internet it means the rest of the world jumped on the cluetrain about a year ago--okay, Mom, so it's not that bad; I keed, I keed--so when you first hear of something because your mother is discussing it in a knowledgeable fashion Mojo sez it's time to face the Cold Hard Facts and admit that Mojo Isn't As Brilliant Sometimes As She Is Oh-So-Certain She Is.

But today I can scream Triumph--of a personal nature, not of a rubber dog puppet nature--for I am officially on the Cutting Edge. Through the back door, perhaps, but hey, Mojo is not so proud that she will not clutch desperately at the straws swirling about her drowning head.  MORE Mojo! »

Short answer is, if Mojo were a heart surgeon who operated out of her house (don't ask why, you troublemaker, just go along with it) and she was expecting a LIVE BEATING HEART to arrive via an overnight delivery service, she might as well give it up and go into the tombstone business instead. Because it just AIN'T gonna happen.  MORE Mojo! »

Sometime today or tomorrow I will be getting my little 3G card device. My Favorite Husband has had one for years, compliments of his work, but I kept holding off on the silly promise that someday I would be getting DSL. After being yanked around and laughed at by the customer "service" folks at Verizon for the last six months, I, Mojo, have finally given up. Mobile phone service is finally here--and has been for the past year or so--so I'm getting one of those wireless broadband phone thingies instead for sixty bucks a month.  MORE Mojo! »