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Submitted by mojo on Thu, 02/02/2012 - 5:02am
So Mojo has sadly resigned herself to the fact that the Evil V will never, ever EVER give her DSL internet.
Mojo is okay with reality. She doesn't spend too much time moping or wishing things were different or droning endless affirmations reflecting how she would like her life to be under the delusion that doing so will somehow change things. She is happy enough with her MiFi, and for any HUGE uploads she goes visiting other people under the pretense that she likes them, when really she just wants to jump on their wireless to upload another pointless YouTube video. It's what she calls a "social life".
But after hearing a happy tale from a luckier person (who we suspect is just throwing her extreme internet happiness in Mojo's face, but once again whatcha gonna do), she thought she'd see if Evil V's competitor, AT&T, might be willing to supply home phone and internet. So she goes to AT&T's site and plugs in her address to see if any form of high speed internet is available in her area. MORE Mojo! »
Submitted by mojo on Thu, 09/02/2010 - 5:39am
So Mojo's been remiss regarding her blog. Because life has become quite busy, lately. First because we spent a week or so vacationing up in Maine, where poor Rosie was subjected to the cruelty of sea water for the first time. And then we came back to find the house--sans feline since Ratty's demise--a little too mouse-ridden for even Mojo's decidedly laid-back taste.
So Mojo started the Serious Campaign for a New Cat. Which wasn't all that hard, mind you, since the Favorite Husband, despite his insistence that he is indeed a macho cat-disliker, privately and secretly LIKES CATS, as indeed he (like Mojo) pretty much likes anything that doesn't try to actively draw blood from him. So he was okay with the idea of a cat, so long as Mojo got one who was "exactly like Ratty". Minus the yowling, of course, although the Favorite Husband has remarked more than once about how he misses the yowling.
And Rosie, for her vote, desperately wanted a cat. It would give her something new to chew on. Rosie LOVES cats, but in true cat-bewildering fashion she loves them and attempts to play dog games with them. Like "duck down suddenly and attempt to break your opponent's leg". She would attempt to play this game with Ratty, who didn't have a clue what the game entailed. She would suddenly duck down, lunge forward and grab one of the cat's forepaws. (Very gently.) And hold it. And Ratty, who was a very laid back cat who liked the dog right back, would stand there with his held paw up above his head in the dog's Jaws-o-Death and patiently await the release of his appendage. Sometimes they would stand there for a good five minutes, awaiting some resolution to this, uh, "game". MORE Mojo! »
Submitted by mojo on Fri, 05/15/2009 - 4:25am
No foolin'! I submit to you a blog post dated May 7, 2009, in which I whine petulantly (okay, so THAT's a given; no stop-the-presses there) about my bank's insistence in marketing itself as something EXCITING. MORE Mojo! »
Submitted by mojo on Thu, 05/29/2008 - 1:43pm
Submitted by mojo on Mon, 05/12/2008 - 7:08am
Not Mojo, who has been violently sick all weekend and whining to everyone who will listen, but another person people often make fun of, but who is actually a tower of strength and integrity, in Mojo's estimation.
I saw this a while ago and was agog at how masterful this encounter is. It's a Senate hearing from May of 1969, when Nixon wanted to cut PBS's funding in half, which would essentially kill it. The senator in charge of the hearing, a Senator Pastore from Rhode Island, was apparently infamous throughout the hearings for being very gruff and impatient with the people who came to testify, and up until this moment everyone assumed the horrible budget cuts were inevitable. Here he is very quietly and calmly put back in his place by one man's insistence that decency and kindness prevail.
It's one of those "Profiles in Courage" moments that sometimes gets lost because there's no gunfire or explosions going on, at least in the literal sense. It also makes it clear that, you can make fun of this fellow as much as you want, but you're not gonna stop him doing what he feels needs to be done.
Submitted by mojo on Thu, 03/06/2008 - 8:23am
Mojo has grown tired of defending her insistence that she and her Favorite Husband almost never fight. People just don't believe her. The nice ones just let the statement pass with a brief eye roll. The ones who like to fight, interestingly enough, are the ones to confront. Most of the time they say we're lying, or we're fighting and we just don't REALIZE it. So I suppose for them it becomes a semantic argument of what the word "fight" entails. MORE Mojo! »
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