For those who don't get the significance of Mojo's stolen wittiness of her headline, it's a Monty Python reference. A candy manufacturer is being visited by the health inspector, and among their many violations is the revelation that one of their candies is lovingly garnished with lark's vomit. The manufacturer points out it's in the list of ingredients ("right after the monosodium glutamate") but the health inspector suggests they should instead put a large red label on the box emblazoned "WARNING! LARK'S VOMIT!" The aghast manufacturer protests: "Our sales would PLUMMET!"
If you've ever wondered how Mojo became the enchanting and bewitching lass that she has become, wonder no more.
The only immediate family member from Mojo's youth to escape this seasonal wrath was her Favorite Younger Sister, who is represented via proxy. That's because Mojo did not have any decent pictures of her handy, and those I found on the internet tended to be crowd shots of her as a single face in a sea of faces. Because that's the sort of questionable life she leads. Not that Mojo judges. Not to her face, anyway.
Sigh. Mojo is *SO* old fashioned! Nobody has VCRs anymore! It's all DVD-Rs, or TIVOs, or Netflix, or iTunes.
However you roll, if you're like Mojo you will be in bed by nine, so you will want to record Betty White on SNL this weekend.
I have no great hopes for the show, which I have not seen in several years--perhaps even a DECADE or two--but Mojo luvs her Betty White, so she will put up with whatever they put her through.
And this nerd is typing, BTW. Typing her little fingers off. Not that Mojo cares all that much about the Oscars, neither. I just luvs me some Betty White that much.
So my Favorite Younger Sister, aka The Weasel, takes me to task for my dislike of the Dunkin' Donuts "Doin' Things Is What I Like To Do" commercial. She does not understand how I can detest it so much. She thinks I do not like ALL the commercials in the campaign, but that's not true. Only the first one. The others I am cool with, although I fear (well, "fear" isn't exactly the right word, since I really don't care one way or another) that Dunkies is trying too hard to be hip at the expense of their blue collar no-frills cuppa joe base.
One thing the Weasel pointed out is, all the music on the commercials is They Might Be Giants. I did not know that. Now, even though I don't think I've heard anything from TMBG since their "Flood" album, I've always liked them. They have a certain higher-tech ultra-sampled Frank Zappa mentality that I enjoy. In fact, I must credit the Favorite Younger Sister for introducing me to them, since she made me a mix tape once with Bare Naked Ladies on one side (she stalks the band--seriously, they know her and everything. She once flew to freakin' Scotland just to see a concert. But I digress...) and TMBG on the other. It was an excellent and benevolent gift. I played that tape for years until the car's tape player finally ate it. And then I gave her back the label with all the songs written on it and begged for another. Have I gotten the replacement mix tape yet? No. It's all excuses like "Gee, I'm having a baby right now" or "Can you take these manacles off my wrists so I can eat my gruel" and other whiney stuff. So all this time I've had to make due with Malcolm in the Middle reruns, which is not pretty.