I realized this morning that my poor Favorite Husband has been brooding since the weekend. We saw Slumdog Millionaire, which is sort of a feel-good fairy tale set within the awful slums of Mumbai, which look particularly bad to middle-class Americans who lead their sheltered lives and who whine and complain about the miserable horror of their lives when they don't get enough spicy sauce on their sushi. (Okay, so that's Mojo, not him.)  MORE Mojo! »

No video, yet. Man, what's up with Mojo? She is busy living her life is all. Too busy to digitize a minute or two of baby praying mantises.

On the other hand, yesterday while Mojo was driving to her Five Year Old Friend's house, thinking feverishly about a big hairy computer programming problem she was working on, she suddenly had a revelation that looks like it solved the whole problem. I'm about 99% sure it's gonna work. And, like many big hairy problems, the solution is so utterly simple I am ashamed for not thinking of it right off the bat.  MORE Mojo! »

I have spent the past TWO DAYS trying to get a seemingly simple module to work on a website I am working on. Seemingly simple because, in all the commentaries on this particular piece of software everyone is, like, "Wow, I'm a complete idiot and this was the easiest thing since rolling off a log!" and yet our beloved and marginally smarter Mojo kept getting error messages. To the point that Mojo began asking herself:

Am I an idiot?

Answer: Yes.  MORE Mojo! »