This weekend's sickie-poo movie fest was not all sci-fi garbage. Occasionally the Favorite Husband picks things that seem to be Just For Mojo. Sure, he claims he likes them too--only not publicly, so he doesn't have to turn in his He-Man card--but sometimes I think he's just being kind and indulgent. Not that I'd ever complain about such mundane things as the quiet kindnesses of married life. To the contrary, I firmly believe it is these tiny things that are the backbone to just about any decent relationship. But once more I digress.  MORE Mojo! »

A long time ago, in a former life, I worked at a college. Part of my job was to show various films in various classes, and/or assign work-study students to show films in various classes. Hence your buddy-pal Mojo came to know several documentaries as good friends, since I would see them every semester or every year for, like, thirteen or fourteen years.  MORE Mojo! »