Lest the reader think that their beloved Mojo is somehow immune to the siren call of stupidity, over the next couple of posts I will offer the following somewhat chronological list of really stupid things I have done thus far in my life. Perhaps some may learn from my mistakes. Perhaps others will enjoy a cruel, cruel laugh at a naive, doe-eyed Baby Mojo's expense. (You monster, you.)

1. Don’t believe your older sister when she says "Ummmm, this dirt tastes sooooooo good!"

Lesson learned: There is no good-tasting dirt.

2. Don’t believe your older sister when she says the ice on the skating rink is paper thin and covers a bottomless pit and you will surely fall in and die if you go out there.

Lesson learned: My older sister was a big fat liar. Okay, I probably should have learned that from the first rule, but what can I say; Mojo's a bit slow. Incidentally, I have never learned how to ice skate. But I have become very good at clutching the fence for dear life, screaming and sobbing hysterically for my mother. Some talents never go out of style.

To be continued at a later date....

I'm thinking "never". They've been hyping the heck out of their latest schlockfest, being an idiotic-looking ripoff of the Terminator franchise, for the past month or two. And then, the last week or so leading up to it, they start hyping it as "the most ANTICIPATED television event" blah blah blah.  MORE Mojo! »

Like every other blogger/dweeb/online business, I succumbed to the siren call of putting Google ads on the Craptacular. In addition to the paltry few cents I get should someone happen to click on an ad (very rare, and I don't blame you--there's little of interest for me, either) I have the occasional fun of seeing what the Google computer comes up with to "match" what is written in the text. Which just goes to prove once again that my life is indeed as dull as dirt. But the connections are sometimes truly weird.

Like earlier, when I was talking about the local sheep giving birth. Google started serving ads from several sites selling some sort of Sheep Placenta Cream. I kid you not. And as alluring as it sounds to want to click on a site that offers me Sheep Placenta Cream I cannot, since Google does not want me to inflate my clicks. Which you can't blame them--it costs their advertisers money every time an ad is clicked on, too, and they don't want to needlessly charge their advertisers for bogus clicks from people who are not TRULY interested in the product. (Besides, their software tracks IPs and you'll get booted off quicker than anything.) But it is sometimes a real education, seeing some of the products out there--stuff I never knew existed.  MORE Mojo! »

Even a confirmed backwoods rube such as myself must sometimes heed the siren call of a more glamorous life. I am off to NYC to cover the Little Women the Musical press conference for the website. Sutton and company will be singing four or five songs. I will put clips on the LWOB site as I edit them.

Incidentally, the fox is back this morning, snoring away under the same tree. I think I've got another regular!

Mojo