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....

Well, after getting rid of our respective sicknesses, Mojo and her Favorite Husband have decided to instead transfer their whammy-sickness curse onto their respective vehicles. Which makes you feel better physically, until you get the bill and realize there is no health insurance for cars.  MORE Mojo! »

Some fun stuff, for once, instead of complaints.

Cosmic Connie's blog turned two earlier this week. For those who haven't been there you should go. Lots o' fun!

To celebrate--oh, okay, so I was bored this afternoon--I decided to swipe a bunch of pictures and photoshops Connie did to illustrate her blog (notice she doesn't just steal illustrations from Wikipedia as Mojo does, but actually puts some effort into it!) and create a tiny little Flash animation.  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! »

Another successful Craptacular. My Favorite Older Sister (who I should revere and respect as my elder, though I still question the "wisdom" of making certain younger siblings eat dirt when they were children) sez I should do this every day--just put up one or two things every day. Sort of like a daily newspaper column.

It's a fun idea, but I'm afraid I would ultimately burn out doing it every day. But maybe I will explore and see how much work it would be.

Plus, I'd need to get access to more crap, because I would run out in a short period of time. So unless people want to submit their own crap, the Craptacular would be extremely short-lived. I'll have to see how to continue it past my own stuff....  MORE Mojo! »

Button, button, who's got the button? Apparently YOU will if you win this auction. This plastic case of buttons came with the house when we bought it several years ago. I have no idea how old they are (not very, since the case is plastic!) nor what they're made of (they appear to be metal, and some at least brass-coated) nor how many there are. No, I am NOT counting them! There's 18 compartments in this case, and a minimum of five buttons in each compartment, so we're talking well over 100 buttons. They range in size from about 1/4 inch to 3/4 inch. There seem to be five or six patterns and multiple buttons and sizes of each pattern, but I don't really care enough to go through them all and catalog them. What you see is what you get.  MORE Mojo! »