...it's gonna be a bad buncha reviews when The Tale of Despereaux is uppermost on Mojo's mind as best of the bunch. It was okay. Surprisingly stellar cast, I must admit. I've never read the book (shame, eternal shame on Mojo!) but it's an award-winner and I SHOULD read it. Mental note: get it from the lieberry and read it while the patrons are browsing. One of the many perks of the job, don'tcha know.  MORE Mojo! »

We got about a foot, or maybe 14 inches of snow yesterday. Can't be bothered to measure it. But it was nearly up to my knees.

And of course right before the snow we had several nice days above freezing. Which meant that the skim left on the driveway became a regular slick of ice. Put some nice fluffy snow on top of that, and you have comedy GOLD!

Let's watch Mojo try to woman-handle the snow blower on a frictionless surface! What's that? The wheels don't have any traction? Why, she'll just give it a push, huh? Bwah hah hah hah!

At first it wasn't so bad because I was hitting a foot-deep pile of fluff. But as the snow was cleared the impacts became that much more impactful.  MORE Mojo! »

Yes, Mojo KNOWS "frailties" is mispelled in the headline. She did it on PERPUSS.

She WAS going to blog about the Infamous Hooters Story, I'll have you know. So many people have requested it I fear it will be a total let-down once I get around to it. Which was GOING to be today, if I may be redundant and repeat myself. But now it's not.

We all know how Mojo gets distracted by shiny things. This morning it was the local news, which--as Mojo has admitted many times--she has on in the background as she surfs the web every morning, so that she might not appear to be QUITE the ignoramus should something earth-shaking transpire as she sleeps. Why, she doesn't quite know, since Mojo has grown to hate the news she once loved, and especially the local news. Which, in addition to the usual screwups that makes the local news so charmingly homespun when compared to national productions, Mojo's local news has the Added Bonus of some sort of illiterate jamoke running the Chyron. So Mojo can always count on at least ONE dreadful, dreadful speling errer par braodcast.  MORE Mojo! »

So apparently there was an earthquake in California this week. It was nothing to write home about, as far as earthquakes apparently go, but since it was California in the middle of the day it was captured on some ten thousand different cameras and before long YouTube was glutted with "earthquake videos".

Now, I don't know this because I am breathlessly watching the news, or YouTube trends, or anything like that. It's just that my Favorite Husband was, ahem, "kind" enough to leave the television on when he left for work. Mojo was in the bathtub yelling at him to turn it off but he did not, so my lovely morning bath was ruined by whatever idiot show was on--I want to guess it was Regis and Kelly? Anyway, yet another petty complaint, but I digress.  MORE Mojo! »

Mojo's been reading too many heavy nonfiction books. It is one of the perks, and the dangers, of having thousands of free books hanging around where you work. My stack of books I wanna read would reach the ceiling.

And yet, being steeped in Reality--at least as Mojo envisions it, which to be honest has her Queen of All She Surveys and Intellectually Gifted--I've been dwelling too too much on nonfiction books that are making me think too much. And yes, there *IS* such a thing. At least for Mojo.  MORE Mojo! »

...and WHY do the manufacturers think we want to look at extreme closeups of the stuff during commercials?

They're breaking it apart and fluffing it up with a fork while the announcer reads a list of people food as if he's been starving in the desert for a month. "Ummm... beef. Chicken.... rice!"

I wouldn't mind so much if the stuff they were fluffing with a fork actually LOOKED like the foodstuffs they are listing, but it doesn't. Instead it looks like vomit. I'm sorry, but it does. It looks like something that has already taken the first three steps of digestion and should be far out of sight in someone's innards and not being fluffed with a fork on my television.  MORE Mojo! »

My imaginary exchange with the eBayers who want to buy "Mister Qwackers the Magical eBay Duck" reminds me of a story my Favorite Younger Sister once told me. She used to work at a local television station, which shall go unnamed. I know something of the industry--it is highly competitive and those who reach the national ranks are very talented at what they do, which is actually quite a great deal more difficult than it looks. But like any industry, profession or group of people standing in line at the movie theatre, it is clogged with "C" students who make up the bulk of the, erm, "talent" pool.  MORE Mojo! »