Once again, you can see the gal you worship above all others (Ahem! That would be me, your pal Mojo) waving from the float over on the Comics Curmudgeon, right after Josh's Glorious Slaughter Of His Opponents to win the coveted Weblog Award for Best Humor Blog.

Mojo's comment is about the comic strip Apartment 3-G:

The float-worthy comment is as follows:

"“Cody’d better watch it, man. Lu Ann is not the innocent little prairie flower she once was. I imagine in any extended exchange, Lu Ann will soon be showing her true, Big-City Sophisticate colors: ‘So, what do you do for fun around these parts nowadays? Hey, SLOW DOWN, pal! My LAST boyfriend was a DRUG FIEND who got SHOT DOWN in a JUNKIE BRAWL! I like what you’ve done with your neckerchief — it’s awesomely kicky! STEP OFF OR I SHIV YOU, DOOD!! Dad’ll be home any time now. YOU GOTTA FIX? MOMMA NEEDS TO SPARKLE!!!’” –mojo

Interestingly, this is the second of my three semi-finalists to bring up a drug reference. Hmmmm. Here's my first winner, which brings up pot and THC. Here, if you care, is my second winner, a mean comment about Mary Worth.

My post that slaps poor Mary Worth also has a reference I will be referencing in a couple of days..... when the Craptacular starts up again!

Mojo

or, a Seinfeldesque weekend....

Earlier this year I lost an uncle, which was quite sad. It also jostled my parents to get their affairs even more in order than they already were, which was pretty much in order anyway. So we were all given copies of the latest will, and lists of accounts, and all that fun stuff.

The first thing I noticed when feverishly going over the will (naturally, to see how bountifully I will benefit from their demise) is they misspelled my Favorite Younger Sister's name throughout. Darn that copyediting eye! So when The Time comes, I shall cleverly and legalistically argue that, since my Favorite Younger Sister is NOT the person named in the will, the remaining siblings can split the goods three ways instead of four. Score!

But surprisingly, this is not about me, but instead about my Favorite Husband, whose parents are a good ten or fifteen years older than my parents. They lived through the Depression, and have a slightly different mindset. Sure, my parents were both born in 1934, and lived through the privations of WWII, and somewhat remember, through THEIR parents, to be prudently conservative when it comes to money matters. But they don't hold a candle to my inlaws.  MORE Mojo! »

So Thursday afternoon there was a brief break in the rain, and I ran outside to run some errands, and Mrs. Yellowthroat was off the nest.

As usual, Mojo's worrying (thus far) is all for naught. And what a difference a day makes!

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Okay, how's THAT for a teaser?

What follows (surprise, surprise) is a long, boring digression until you get to the good stuff.

Christmas was nice. The whole family was there. Among other things, Mojo got a plain white envelope with fifty bucks cash inside. Her Favorite Mother said it was so she could buy herself some DVDs.

Meanwhile, what do the Favorite Parents receive? Well, one adopted brother who works as a flight attendant (Mojo's Favorite Mother is always adopting our friends when she decides she likes THEM better than US, and then starts inviting them to all the holiday get-togethers, and said adoptive children further outclass us biological ones in this fashion) gave them buddy passes to spend a weekend in Amsterdam. Mojo is plumping for the Parental Units to stay at one of those Urban Legend hotels that leave joints for you on your pillow in lieu of chocolates.

And then the Favorite Younger Sister--okay, I'm not sure if this is part of their Christmas present or just bribery/largesse on her part, but the talk of the day was their impending cruise with the Barenaked Ladies, for my Favorite Younger Sister, who actively stalks the band, has insinuated my Favorite Mother among the fan base (where she is known as Barenaked Grandma) and I THINK paid for both Mom and Dad to go on the cruise with her. Well, Mom because she is Barenaked Grandma, and Dad because, well, if you think for a moment he's going to let his wife go on a cruise surrounded by nubile young men in various stages of undress alone and unchaperoned you've got another think coming.  MORE Mojo! »

Mojo's unhealthy tendency to tweak authority (a tendency shared with her siblings, despite their protests of innocence--don't believe them for a second!) probably stems from her father. Woe to the child who had to sit next to Dad in church! Dad was full of helpful pointers to get us through the service. "Look reverent," he would whisper if he caught us fidgeting. "Like this—" whereupon he would assume the pose of a thousand oil paintings of Jesus praying in Gethsemane—upraised eyes, serene loving expression, the whole nine yards.  MORE Mojo! »

When I was a kid my dad often went to Taiwan on business. And after conducting business, he often spent a day or two in Hong Kong with a huge shopping list his loving family (that would be us) compiled for him to get. (I suppose if he did not come home with it, we would be less than loving.) We kids really liked to get stuff (and we still do! Hint, hint) but we also just liked to casually mention to our friends that "oh, yeah, our dad's in Hong Kong again" and act like it was one big bore. (Hey, when you're only ten things like that seem really important.)  MORE Mojo! »