So Mojo recently rented the David Tennant Hamlet from Netflix (yes, Mojo is a Hamlet weenie who watches 'em all--even the laughably bad Gibson one) but she hasn't watched it yet. She is TOTALLY looking forward to it, since Patrick Stewart plays Claudius, as he did in my all-time favorite Hamlet, the Derek Jacobi one.
Okay, so when we last left Mojo, she was about to tell an exciting story about one of the twenty or thirty high school graduations she was forced to attend, but then (surprise surprise) she got sidetracked (big shock there) into confessing a mortal sin against Renaissance woman Maya Angelou, despite (or as she shall maintain in court, BECAUSE of) being a huge fan of said celebrated writer, actress, director, humanitarian, and just about everything else in the world that requires creativity and kindness.
That, for the uninitiated, is Mojo-speak for, "For some reason Mojo could not sleep last night.
As town librarian, I must sometimes buy things I do not agree with or even particularly like. All that silly freedom of speech and freedom of thought stuff. But it does kind of irk me when my patrons ask me to buy one of these flash-in-the-pan self-help rehashes like The Secret.
...this time more new car commercials, I think they are trying to sell Nissans. They depict some obnoxious young man attempting to be funny. Apparently as some sort of scientific experiment (?) he claims to be living out of whatever car it is that he owns. Why anyone would think this would be a selling point is beyond me.
They appear to be quickly edited home movies, like some poor schmoe with his DV camera and a copy of IMovie, and they begin, perhaps ironically, with a title along the lines of "A Film by So-and-So" as if they are pieces of art worthy of having someone's name attached to them. And they are not, which might make that some sort of incredibly funny joke except that nothing about them are even remotely funny enough to indicate the persons responsible for these commercials are intelligent enough to be ironic.
Yes, it's the Favorite Older Sister's birthday today, or as we call it, her dirfday. It's a long story and particularly humiliating for Mojo, so she will not go into it.
But it's funny--I don't know why I thought of this, but I did so now the Favorite Older Sister will be just agog wondering how my brain put the two together, but here goes anyway. I was reminiscing about my many many years on the various incarnations of the internet--since 1988 or so--and back during the Usenet newsgroups heyday one group I used to just LOVE to read their faq was a group called alt.folklore.urban. They were a group of hardy souls who would try to research urban legends to see which were true and which weren't. Their faq was basically a list of every possible urban legend and the results of their research about that particular story.