Yes, sports fans, I am back after yet another brief sojourn up north. A sojourn marked mostly by rain, and the threat of rain, and buckets 'n' buckets of rain.

That, and the perfectly DREADFUL breakfast buffet as supplied by the cheap motel we stayed at, countered by an absolutely spectacular sushi dinner at a place where they make a different, less mayonnaisey-type of spicy sauce. Not that I don't like the mayonnaisey kind, but this stuff was also superb in a less creamy sort of way. And I had a lot of it, since I ordered a magnificent spicy octopus and cucumber appetizer as well as a spicy tuna roll. It was all very, very good and well worth the exorbitant amount of money they asked for it. Looks like I will be eating cat food on saltine crackers in my old age at this point, but if Mojo can enjoy good sushi now, she thinks it will be worth it. (Ask her again in forty years.)

We came home both rather ill from various maladies that had NOTHING WHATSOEVER to do with sushi--my Favorite Husband from a somewhat chronic complaint, and me from allergies that mysteriously cropped up in said cheap motel. I had to break down and take Benadryl, which doubles as Stupid Pills for Mojo, who spent most of the trip staring out the window trying not to drool while David McCullough meandered soothingly about the year of 1776. It poured rain the entire ride home, prodigious amounts of rain, the remnants of Hurricane Bill, apparently. And came home to find our roadside ditches overflowing thanks to the careless monkeys who were hired to clean up the ice storm debris and who thought the best way of clearing up branches were to throw them into said ditches.  MORE Mojo! »

So the other day I received in the mail a complimentary review copy of a book that was sent to me under the poor author's misunderstanding that Mojo has some sort of Magical In with the publishing industry. While I enjoy getting freebies, for the record I DON'T have that Magical In would-be authors desire, and with the exception of textbooks (which yeah, I agree, they are TOTALLY overpriced) Mojo tends to think that you do indeedy get what you pay for in the writing world.  MORE Mojo! »

This past weekend we cut a bunch of firewood to log length--about two pickup truckfuls--and this whole week I've been cutting, splitting and stacking it in my copious spare time. Thus far I have a hair under half a cord, but today I am determined to apply myself and see what happens.

It takes us about four cords to get through the winter. So I have a little ways to go.  MORE Mojo! »

As regular readers are sadly aware, Mojo does not shrink from opening the guts of really expensive equipment and fiddling around in there with various implements of destruction. (She likes to think she is Brave and Ingenious, but we all know it's more like Ignorance and Stupidity that drives her.) And while this stuff prefers a lint-free hygienic environment should it be opened, that is NEVER going to happen in Mojo's house, what with the dog drooling on it and the cat dropping small live rodents into the interior.

And since Mojo is way too cheap (and does not often think ahead properly), she has not invested in any sort of proper tools for this work. So she is often messing around with delicate motherboards and drives using things like sledge hammers and butter knives. Oh, and the rusty needle-nosed pliers I found down at the reservoir, left by some slobby fisherman.  MORE Mojo! »