Every time I hear one of those ultra-positive-thinky people go on and on about how thinking positive will do EVERYTHING for you, I think of our good friends at Fail Blog. Who are essentially the same people at Cheezburger and Hotdog, only a little less cutesy and sometimes disturbing and/or bordering on that Jackass show.

Take, for example, this very recent "Car Handstand Fail":

Ya know, no matter how you spin it, no matter how positively you put things, some things are just out-and-out FAILURES. As in, what-on-earth-were-you-ever-thinking-in-the-first-place mega-failure. As in, let's-give-children-nightmares-when-we-are-intending-to-teach-them-about-proper-dental-care failure:  MORE Mojo! »

...at least, lately....

So The Simpsons decided to honor a Certain Fan who has recently died by replaying an old chestnut, the video of "Do the Bartman". Mojo neither likes nor dislikes the Bartman; when it first came out it just sort of looked to me like one of many cashing-in opportunities. It wasn't until later that a Certain Fan's involvement was admitted, due to exclusivity legality issues, but it's pretty obvious, especially since the Certain Fan was also doing a guest spot on the show. Which was also uncredited, again because of legal stuff, although as Lisa Simpson says, "Of course they didn't use their real names, but you could tell it was them."

Anyway, I can take or leave "Do the Bartman", but one thing has always, always, ALWAYS bothered me about it. This one thing is just wrong, wrong, wrong. And that is, during the first chorus dancing (on the school stage), it portrays series Poindexter Martin Prince doing pelvic thrusts.

That's the sort of thing that gives Mojo nightmares.

Mojo

Well, not really stuck. But I woke up around two this morning to rain, a cold nasty rain, so my Tuesday-and-Thursday morning walk down to the lake didn't happen this morning. Since Mojo is a sissy who isn't really all that into hypothermia.  MORE Mojo! »

Yep, woke up this morning to snow. Not TONS of it, just flakes in the air. And the beaver ponds all have a skim of ice on them, and that skim is fluffy with just the lightest dusting of snow. It's not sticking anywhere else, but it is there to remind Mojo that the snow is not over yet.

And speaking of chicken-hearted lily-livered cowardice, after a fitful night's sleep full of nightmares and guilt, it dawned on me this morning that I have YET to attempt to install the new hard drive I bought for my laptop. Why? I've replaced components in towers a GAZILLION times.  MORE Mojo! »

...though not much to post. We'll probably be spending some of Christmas Day at my Favorite Parental Units' house, if we feel up to it. Or we'll just laze about our own house. Haven't decided yet. My Favorite Mother wants me to bring my Angela Lansbury DVD of Sweeney Todd. We saw the Tim Burton one opening day on Friday, and it is worth seeing if you have a strong stomach. Lots of very graphic arterial-spraying throat slitting, but as sick as it sounds you sorta get used to that because it's so over-the-top. What I could NOT get used to was the bodies falling headfirst to a stone floor and the resulting watermelon-crunch sound effect. THAT gave me nightmares.

But it deserves a better review than what I am just tossing off here. More later, when I have time to think about it.

My Favorite Husband, upon hearing my Favorite Mother's Christmas viewing request, was all like, um, not a very Christmassy choice in movies, huh? To which I had to tell him that the stage play, while still gruesome, is far less dark and has a lot more humor in it. Plus it has Angela. Besides, a few Christmases ago we sat around our house and ended up watching an animated film entitled Grave of the Fireflies. If we could sit through that on Christmas Day my old pal Sweeney is NOTHING. Good movie, don't get me wrong, but man! Talk about unrelenting depression....

Have a happy with you and yours, all that nice stuff...

Mojo

As Mojo might have mentioned once or twice in this blog, she was rather severely injured and now has this totally cool scar running down the back of her arm and shoulder blade. It still looks pretty nasty, and Mojo has no idea how it will ultimately look.

Mojo is well aware she will not be winning any bathing suit contests anymore. In fact she has described her scar as something that will give small children nightmares. So she decided, in the interest of child abuse, to put that theory to the test. (Actually it was more of a "whoopsie" sort of thing, but in Mojo's new role as child-scaring horror movie star she prefers to be thought of as an abuser. Sad, huh?)  MORE Mojo! »

Since seeing the Capote movie, I've been reading TC's In Cold Blood, and while I can't exactly say I'm "enjoying" it, it is a well-written and interesting book.  MORE Mojo! »