Yeah, Mojo's so busy it'll be a great use of her time reflecting on stuff she's already done. And yet I feel sadly compelled to note the passing of Jennifer Jones. Just a few years ago I went through a particular old movie phase, and the name Jennifer Jones came up again and again (as did such other luminaries like Van Johnson and Joseph Cotten).  MORE Mojo! »

Yes, Mojo KNOWS "frailties" is mispelled in the headline. She did it on PERPUSS.

She WAS going to blog about the Infamous Hooters Story, I'll have you know. So many people have requested it I fear it will be a total let-down once I get around to it. Which was GOING to be today, if I may be redundant and repeat myself. But now it's not.

We all know how Mojo gets distracted by shiny things. This morning it was the local news, which--as Mojo has admitted many times--she has on in the background as she surfs the web every morning, so that she might not appear to be QUITE the ignoramus should something earth-shaking transpire as she sleeps. Why, she doesn't quite know, since Mojo has grown to hate the news she once loved, and especially the local news. Which, in addition to the usual screwups that makes the local news so charmingly homespun when compared to national productions, Mojo's local news has the Added Bonus of some sort of illiterate jamoke running the Chyron. So Mojo can always count on at least ONE dreadful, dreadful speling errer par braodcast.  MORE Mojo! »

...though not much to post. We'll probably be spending some of Christmas Day at my Favorite Parental Units' house, if we feel up to it. Or we'll just laze about our own house. Haven't decided yet. My Favorite Mother wants me to bring my Angela Lansbury DVD of Sweeney Todd. We saw the Tim Burton one opening day on Friday, and it is worth seeing if you have a strong stomach. Lots of very graphic arterial-spraying throat slitting, but as sick as it sounds you sorta get used to that because it's so over-the-top. What I could NOT get used to was the bodies falling headfirst to a stone floor and the resulting watermelon-crunch sound effect. THAT gave me nightmares.

But it deserves a better review than what I am just tossing off here. More later, when I have time to think about it.

My Favorite Husband, upon hearing my Favorite Mother's Christmas viewing request, was all like, um, not a very Christmassy choice in movies, huh? To which I had to tell him that the stage play, while still gruesome, is far less dark and has a lot more humor in it. Plus it has Angela. Besides, a few Christmases ago we sat around our house and ended up watching an animated film entitled Grave of the Fireflies. If we could sit through that on Christmas Day my old pal Sweeney is NOTHING. Good movie, don't get me wrong, but man! Talk about unrelenting depression....

Have a happy with you and yours, all that nice stuff...

Mojo

Envelopes! Lots 'n' Lots of Envelopes!

With my Favorite Parents away on a cruise (the Barenaked Ladies cruise, I'll have you know, where my Favorite Mother is known as Barenaked Grandma. My Favorite Father only went along because a) someone else is paying for it and b) SOMEONE's gotta chaperone Mom with all the young men about), Mojo's decided it's Slander-Slinging Time on the Craptacular!  MORE Mojo! »