Mojo's Media

I am being suddenly called away for the rest of the week, so this will probably be my last post until next Monday.

In the meantime, I leave you with the following thoughts. I joined YouTube the other day, late as usual. I put up my magnum opus, Squeaky Ball, the movie as a gentle reminder to others as to how tolerable their pathetic lives are compared to mine.

My intent is to put up various videos, once a week, and have a once-a-week video festival of one, illustrating Mojo's inherent jeeenyus. But I digress.

Have you heard this story before? Maybe. I am too lazy to look it up, myself. So if I repeat myself, at least rest assure that when Mojo repeats herself it is still a hundred times better than some tiresome people who can't tell a story ONCE without it being excruciatingly painful for their audience. I know someone who occasionally announces "Hey, I heard a great joke the other day..." and whenever they do something inside Mojo dies a little. She starts casting about for excuses to leave. But it's always too late, huh?

Okay. As usual, this requires a rather lengthy preamble.

For a while a few years ago, I had a resident fox who spent many a winter's day curled up in a patch of sun up in the woods of the back yard. Snoring away. I have I don't know how much footage of him, but let's face it--after the initial "Oh, look, it's a fox!" watching an animal sleep is about as exciting as watching a person sleep. Which is to say, not very.

Watch as Mojo's Dramatic Description Skills turn an average encounter into another Wilderness Saga!

Once again it started innocently enough. Mojo happened to glance out her window and see her back yard was, yet again, FILLED WITH WILD BEASTS. And once again Mojo got her trusty camera out to DOCUMENT the DRAMA.

This'll be short and sweet and devoid of many of the obvious jokes. Suffice to say, Mojo glanced out the window the other day and saw something large and suspicious lurking near her beloved vegetable garden. As we shall see over the course of this week (and as loyal readers already know) Mojo never knows exactly what is lurking in her back yard. So she got her trusty video camera, went upstairs to the bedroom, and discovered the following:

So here's my Favorite Younger Brother-in-Law, spreading the word that Spiders are Cool to my Summer Reading group here at the library yesterday. We talked about spiders and hopefully got some of the little ones to think before they squish. We had a pretty good crowd--over ten kids.

FYBiL (wait--that looks too suspiciously like "feeble") is holding Kiki, a Chilean Rose tarantula. He has had Kiki for many years, now. Female tarantulas can live for twenty or thirty years if you take good care of them.