My stammery excuse *this* time is threefold. First, because, well, Mojo's lazy. Everyone should know that by now. Second, I've been working my tail off trying to get something up and running by the end of the month. And thirdly, well, perhaps I am still recovering from my Weekend of Awesome--or, rather, my Last Friday of Awesome--going ZIPLINING.  MORE Mojo! »

Okay, in the spirit of full disclosure, Mojo was never a huge fan of the movie version of The da Vinci Code. Probably because a) she was never that HUGE a fan of the book, and b) she has a Certain Cruel Prejudice Against Suckitude. I seem to recall calling the movie version something like "the dullest thriller I have ever seen". Unlike the book, which, not very good as it is, nonetheless hooks you on the first page as they teach you in Writing Genre Novels 101.  MORE Mojo! »

So Mojo gets up early to attempt to solve a big hairy computer problem, only to be interrupted by Ratty, who felt I required sustenance for all of my hard work. He brought a chipmunk into the house for my amusement.

My old cat, Mookie, liked to catch things without injuring them, too. My Favorite Husband referred to this as "Mookie-Rides", a form of amusement park for mice, and often spoke of seeing the mice in the house standing in line with little tickets so they can enjoy a Mookie-Ride.  MORE Mojo! »