Mojo makes a delicious iced drink based on green tea. It's really no big deal. Most people out there wouldn't like it, because both Mojo and her Favorite Husband like to water things down, such as juice or store-bought tea drinks. Otherwise they're too sweet. Yes, this complaint comes from a gal who has been known on rare occasions to have a chocolate bar for breakfast, but still I reiterate: juice and other drinks right out of the bottle are TOO SWEET. They need to be cut in half with water and iced. So there.  MORE Mojo! »

I do on rare occasions. Yes, even Mojo, dazzling, charming gal that she is. So don't blame yourself.

Okay, let me set the scene. Over here we have our beloved Mojo, standing on the edge of a cliff. Next to her stands a vague acquaintance Mojo must sometimes endure, whom I shall call Mister X. Mister X is one of those weaselly sorts that you don't quite TRUST, but he hasn't out-'n'-out DONE anything yet to warrant drop-kicking him out of Mojo's life entirely. They stand there on the cliff, exchanging vague pleasantries, when they are suddenly accosted by a large, booming, godlike voice, echoing from the aether.

"MISTER X," the Godlike Voice intones. "HERE I DANGLE IN FRONT OF YOU SOMETHING YOU HAVE ALWAYS WANTED. YOU STILL WANT IT?"

Mister X looks at whatever sparkly object is being dangled in front of him, and says, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I *DO* want that. I would really, really like to have it, thank you very much."

"VERY WELL," the Godlike Voice further intones. "IF YOU WANT IT, YOU WILL HAVE TO PHYSICALLY PUSH MOJO OFF THE CLIFF."  MORE Mojo! »

Yes, for those who are asking, the Craptacular will return in a week or two. Especially since I think I have played out this sympathy card of mine for as much as I'm ever going to squeeze out of it.  MORE Mojo! »