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Submitted by mojo on Thu, 01/04/2007 - 2:45am
Today is my Favorite Father's birthday. Happy Birthday, Favorite Father, from your Favorite Daughter. (Sorry, Favorite Sisters, both Younger and Older, but you know it's true...)
Anyway, I recently posted another comment to just show how incredibly dull my life is. Others boast of life-saving vaccines or food production or charitable gifts; Mojo boasts about the scores she gets playing various forms of computer solitaire. The latest (and now the dullest) is a simple game called "Bubble Pop", a Mac-based thing that I have since grown tired of. Just like "Asteroids" in the Seventies--once you flip the game over it's pretty dull. (This was on the Atari system, NOT playing it in the arcades, since Mojo does not like to waste money.) MORE Mojo! »
Submitted by mojo on Fri, 07/28/2006 - 9:00pm
Attention Dusty Old Crate Fans!
I know you're out there! eBay is full of weirdos collecting all kinds of crap. Mojo knows this because Mojo is one of 'em! When I am not collecting weird crap I am doing other weird things. Like now. I was just now standing outside in the pouring rain just because it was pouring rain. Really pouring rain. It's something I try to do at least once a summer. Not when it's thundering and lightning, though. Mojo might be a weirdo, but she is NOT stupid.
But now that I am back inside and towelled off so I'm not dripping on the keyboard, here is one weird thing Mojo is NOT collecting and would much rather have it out of her house. It's an old Pepsi crate my Favorite Mother gave me. She had it in her sewing room, but don't ask me why. If there is one thing Mojo has learned in her life it is "Don't ask a quilter 'why' about anything". MORE Mojo! »
Submitted by mojo on Wed, 03/01/2006 - 6:02am
Like most people, I occasionally experience stress. Unlike some people, I can be vocal about it, especially if I can be especially witty or dramatic in my complaining. Unfortunately my inlaws have interpreted this dramatic flair as me suffering severely from stress, and it eats them up inside. They want to help me, but they don't know how.
Since they grew up during the Depression, they come from the thinly-veiled standpoint that anyone experiencing stress doesn't REALLY know what it's like to suffer and it's a personal moral failing if they don't shut up and pull themselves up by their own bootstraps and all that other macho Thirties stuff. They mean well. They just don't understand that I'm just venting or joking when I'm being snarky. It's been over twenty years now and they still don't get it, so I have given up. MORE Mojo! »
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