Didn't sell :(

What is evidently turning out to be Toy Week continues with another blast from the past! Mojo is again shocked this did not sell. You'd think she'd be used to it by now, but instead she takes it totally personally and after she has finished sobbing out her eyes she plots her revenge while poring over the old description, wondering what might have gone wrong.

Like this marvelous brain-building musical mat for your wee bairns. Perhaps calling it "annoying" may not have been the best choice of works to describe this item. So instead of blabbing on about how smart and precocious Mojo was when she was a tot, instead I will instead waste your valuable time and divert your attention from the item in question by describing the very first paying job I ever had. Which was being a toy tester for a certain nationally-known toy manufacturer who resided just one town and one state over from where Mojo grew up.

As those who know and love her best can attest--and they had darn well BETTER attest if they know what's good for 'em--Mojo can be generous to a fault. She is always buying presents for the young people in her life, as the exasperated parents of spoiled children know all too well. Mojo wants to be known as a "fun" adult, so she likes to buy things for her young charges and acquaintances so that she can then play with the toys by pretending she is playing with the child. And since usually she can outwit and/or outmaneuver a three-year-old, it is not too difficult to play for hours with their toys while they are stuck with an empty box. It's all part of making sure it is an appropriate toy for them. Because for Mojo, the quality of the whole experience is everything.

So people sometimes ask how Mojo got her name. Mojo was always "Jo" to her family when she was growing up. "Jo" is very simple to remember, and so long as you don't append an extraneous "e" on the end it's easy enough to spell. But the Favorite Younger Sister, who was an animation professional, was friends with Certain People at the Cartoon Network, and a big fan of the Powerpuff Girls.

Your friend Mojo, who lives out in the sticks and consequently cannot get cable, high speed internet access or any other basics of simple living without a special act of Congress. So she has only seen the PPGs through her Favorite Younger Sister's tapes and DVDs. She does not even know if they are still on the air. But she liked them well enough, what little she has seen of the show. Enough that Mojo herself wrote to her Favorite Younger Sister's friend at the Cartoon Network and started up an occasional pleasant correspondence with this individual. Which has nothing whatsoever to do with this story, but just goes to show you how Mojo will talk to just about any victim who is unfortunate enough to cross her path.

...with Special BONUS DUST!!!

So Mojo was chatting with someone in private, who had asked Mojo's opinion regarding the purpose of a particular Craptacular item. (Pffft! Like Mojo knows! She's lucky she can tie her shoes in the morning, let alone divine the thought processes, if any, behind a total stranger posessing unknown intellectual and/or psychological abilities. But I digress.) Mojo opined her opinion that the item was probably just an odd little dustcatcher, and then riffed a bit on how, for all she knew, there might be people out there in eBay world who might actually collect samples of dust from different parts of the world. Sure, you may scoff at the notion, and Mojo would have scoffed right along with you and clapped you on the back and shared a special moment of private superiority with you. But that was before eBay opened up Mojo's eyes to the big wide world of weirdness that is out there. For despite her worldly ways, shrill voice and obnoxious personality, Mojo is a relatively frail and sheltered girl, from an earlier time, and it wasn't until she started lurking around the Usenet newsgroups in the Eighties that she became fully aware of all the nutjobs--oh, sorry, scratch that, I mean, the refreshing diversity of opinions and tastes that make up the human race.

Mojo's recent trend of a more intense feeling of "Why, Mojo? *sniff* WHY? Why did you hang onto this thing for so long?" continues with this little puppy. Mojo suspects this item will either TOTALLY make someone's day, or will be feeding the wood stove this winter. I suspect the latter, but leave it to eBay to surprise me.

What is it? At first I thought it was standard pinfeed fanfold computer paper. Then I noticed (ain't she a smart one!) it was not the right size for your standard 8.5 X 11 sheet. And upon closer inspection I noticed the perforations all over it. TONS of perforations.

Hold on to your teeth, kiddies! I know, I know, Mojo calls a lot of things "crap" when really there's nothing wrong with them. While she herself does not want them and/or does not find them useful and/or decorative and/or whatever, that does not mean that other people may find those very same objects to be their Holy Grail, their DaVinci Code, their....ah, Mojo is tired of trying to come up with any more popular culture references. You know.