...along with the mild concession that, okay, yes, perhaps this time he is right.  MORE Mojo! »

It turns out my Favorite Husband might be going away on bidness for the rest of the week. He doesn't know yet. Since his new car is due for service he will have to take my little pickup and *I* will take the new one, so I can get it to the dealer.  MORE Mojo! »

My inclination to not fill out the customer satisfaction survey from where we bought the new car is starting to waver. Why, you ask. Out of spite, pure and simple.

One of the things these bozos did was, two weeks or so after we filled out all the financial paperwork, we received a rather trembly-voiced phone message from the finance guy. Turns out all of the paperwork we filled out was dated '08 instead of '09.  MORE Mojo! »

No, I'm not talking about the salespeople for our new car, since we don't have it yet. That is one of those sad, tired stories of various people not doing their job--color me SHOCKED!--and pointing fingers. The funny thing was, when the news was first broken to us Saturday morning I was annoyed but my Favorite Husband (who, let's face it, shall always be more saintly than even me) was philosophical about the whole thing. Why? Because he always, always assumes the best in people who CLEARLY don't deserve it. By the end of the day I was okay with the fact that he wasn't getting his car, but when he picked me up from the library (we were a one-car family this weekend under the assumption it was a more temporary situation than it proved to be) he was slowly driven to furious after a day of trying to get people who clearly did not want to do their respective jobs to do their respective jobs.

Ahh, well. He had a story to tell over and over yesterday, during the birthday party we had for my Favorite Father. Me, I had to resort to other people's anecdotes. Which have to do with lying monkeys.

You see, MIT has many of its courses online, bless their engineering hearts, and after careful scrutiny of the many, many choices I fell upon their Intro to Psych class by a Jeremy Wolfe, under their Brain and Cognitive Sciences department. I have been listening to it in my car for the past few weeks, which I think certainly puts me in the running for Weenie Nerd of the Year, although since I started in December I am not exactly sure WHICH year I am legally eligible for the competition. (And I think that consideration fairly well caps my win, huh?)  MORE Mojo! »

Naw, not really. Can't be bothered. Mojo is the gal who is perpetually looking FORWARD in life, not retrospecting.

I just decided to post a link to my latest silly project, which was a commercial for Doritos for their Crash the Super Bowl contest. I assume for some reason I did not win, since they have yet to notify me if I did. But it gave me an excuse to finally learn the animating software I have been planning to learn these past three or four years. The whole thing was shot, animated and edited in about two weeks, with a week or so of conceiving, storyboarding and other preprod things. Plus it was fun to lure squirrels into my life with Doritos. (They LUV them, btw, although I am dead sure they are not good for them to eat in any great quantity....)

Oh, and the new car, since people are asking. It's a 2009 RAV4. Mojo loves her Toyotas, don'tcha know. The color is called "Pyrite Mica", although I have no idea why. It's a dark gold/light brown metallic looking dealie. One of those love-at-first-sight things for my Favorite Husband, although he will passionately deny it. I could take or leave the color, but it's his car, and it's a good, serviceable car. My Favorite Husband DID spring for the heated leather seats, however, as an add-on. I promise to tease him mercilessly for this extravagance, although I'm ultimately the one who told him he should get it. I said my Favorite Father once told me, one of his Life Lessons to impart was "Get whatever you want on the car when you buy a car." And my Favorite Father is ALWAYS RIGHT. Sort of like Mojo.

Mojo

...as if more were needed.

Okay, as we all know--and I HOPE you've been taking notes--Mojo is back to driving her beloved Taco pickup truck since the Deathtrap expired in the driveway a couple of weeks ago. Mojo LOVES the Taco. It was Mojo's first new car in like fifteen years when she bought it, back in '04. Which made the accident less than two weeks later, when that poor teenager t-boned me while I was stopped at a traffic light, particularly heart-breaking, but I digress.

One of the things I like about the Taco, besides the fact it's a color I like and it's so cute 'n' all, is that it's a STANDARD TRANSMISSION. Yes, Mojo is a Clutch Snob. In her limited, petty world, she maintains that people who can't handle a clutch just shouldn't be allowed on the road, period. Making people do their driving tests in a standard transmission car would cut down on incompetents getting their license. It would also cut down on the underage kids stealing the family car and going joyriding, 'cuz really, ANY chimp with a working foot can drive an automatic, but no smartaleck snotnosed kid is gonna get too far trying to figure out how a clutch works if they've never clutched before.  MORE Mojo! »

My spam trap seems to be failing me this past 24 hours. Of course the only comment spams getting through thus far are the gibberish ones. I don't know why they bother to use this awesome technology to send gibberish, but then again there are many aspects of this world Mojo just doesn't get. So instead she just deletes them by hand and hope this is a passing fancy.

Nearly all the spam is caught and I sometimes waltz through them, and once in a while you find that odd nugget of gold. Most are the gibberish sort, a few are for various online pharmacies, but there is one in particular I get once in a while that really excites me.  MORE Mojo! »

...especially the BABY BORDER COLLIE the Sheep Expert at the Lieberry recently got. He comes to the library nearly all the time, and he is just adorable....

Happiness, on the other hand, is NOT being tailgated at 75 miles an hour by some late-teens early-twenties bimbo driving what is probably Daddy's car with a cigarette in one hand and a cell phone in the other. Literally, if I were standing on my bumper I could have stepped over to her hood. At 75 miles an hour. With both hands full of nasty habits, leaving none to actually steer. Where's Darwin when ya need him?

Granted, Mojo is not saint, seeing how she herself was going 75 to begin with, but while she may drive fast she's usually quite safe. If you don't believe me, check out my driving record at the DMV. Only one accident--and that was when a kid T-boned me while I was sitting at a red light. In my brand new Tacoma. Honest. Only a thousand miles on it. My first new car in over fifteen years. Broke my mighty heart.

When she finally passed me (in a no-passing zone, natch!) I was informed by her bumper sticker that "LOVE is the Answer". So there ya have it. You're welcome.

Mojo

Just yesterday a friend noted that she has been having the worst luck this past week, with machinery breaking down and massive screwups screwing up.

Mojo did not want to hear this, for it is looking more and more like we will be getting a new car, courtesy of her Mafia connections--there! Doesn't THAT sound more interesting than the truth?--and Mojo must keep the news from her current car, aka the DeathTrap.

Why, you ask with that tired sigh and the rolling eyes. (Yes, don't try to hide it. I saw you!)  MORE Mojo! »