Another Penguin

Robin PenguinSo once again a bored Mojo attempts to create meaning for her life by taking pictures of penguins and dressing them up in other bird's plumage. For the record, we don't ask why, anymore. We just smile and nod, grateful that she has decided to focus her genius on something relatively harmless, like this, instead of idly whipping up the passions of an unthinking mob for her amusement, or some other equally destructive hobby.

Even if you don't know your birds--Mojo does not understand why people don't know or care about birds, but like I said, just keep smiling and nodding--even the extreme dullards among you should get this one (well, really, ALL of them thus far. I mean, it's not like I'm quizzing you on sparrows or warblers or anything like that). Hint: it's a member of the thrush family. Hint: it has almost NOTHING AT ALL to do with its European namesake, except they both have red breasteses and they're both birds. Hint: its Latin name will make the immature among you giggle like an idiot. Hint: it makes a silly cameo in one of Mojo's favoritest movies of all time--silly because this is an AMERICAN bird and not its European namesake.

Give up? Boy, are you dense and/or completely oblivious to your surroundings and/or not American, you commie bastard you. More Mojo!>>

Serendipity, Mojo-Style

So Mojo recently rented the David Tennant Hamlet from Netflix (yes, Mojo is a Hamlet weenie who watches 'em all--even the laughably bad Gibson one) but she hasn't watched it yet. She is TOTALLY looking forward to it, since Patrick Stewart plays Claudius, as he did in my all-time favorite Hamlet, the Derek Jacobi one. More Mojo!>>

The Day Mojo's Earth Stood Still!

Yes, New Year's Eve, Mojo style. My Christmas present to my Favorite Husband was to FINALLY get him to the dealership and commit to a car. We finished the paperwork today and we pick it up Saturday. I will be glad when he's driving a car with 4WD instead of that terrible work van. More Mojo!>>

Housebound....Day One.

...or, Why Oh Why Did Mojo Buy That Two-Pound Frozen Tiramisu at Costco?

Mojo's Favorite Husband is away on a bidness trip. Mojo's home. The library's closed. Everything's closed. The cat's curled up with the dog on the dog bed. The stove and the fireplace are going strong. A new batch of bread is growing its little yeastie beasties in the kitchen. I re-watched the new Hairspray movie. It's cute and fluffy and harmless. Very sweet. Whoever the kid is who plays Seaweed is gonna go far, Mojo's thinking. Quite charismatic and a heckuva singer. Cute, too. All the kids did good. The newcomer who played Tracy did a bang-up job as well. Plus Mojo just loves Queen Latifah. I could watch her sing the phone book.

It was a nice change of pace from Into Great Silence, which I also watched today. A documentary on a French monastery in the Alps. I enjoyed it, but I realized five minutes into it my Favorite Husband probably couldn't get through it. It was beautifully shot, but he'd be wondering when the explosions were going to start. It was an enjoyable double feature--French monks in silent contemplation followed by idealistic kids dancing and integrating Baltimore television in the Sixties. I caught John Waters in a cameo--he plays the flasher in the first song.

At the end of the movies I discovered a quarter of the tiramisu is gone. That's a HALF A POUND of tiramisu, I'm ashamed to say. In one sitting. I WILL point out it was nearly a FIVE HOUR SITTING, however, with occasional breaks to feed the stove. Therefore I am not to blame for any consequences.

Looks like there's four or five inches on the ground already.

Now I think I'm going to watch the original Hairspray, which I have on tape somewhere. The one with Rikki lake. Or maybe my girl Angela on my Sweeney Todd DVD to prepare me for the new movie. Or maybe I'll rewatch Chicago and see more Queen Latifah. I dunno. For a dessert so laden with caffeine I feel awfully lazy. Maybe I need more.

This is going to be a long evening.

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