I can remember the first time I saw a wild turkey. We were renting a house in the middle of an industrial park--sort of this island of woods and fields in the middle of this huge airport industrial park, maybe half a mile from the airport. We had this very long half-a-mile driveway, and we were on our way out--the driveway dumped us in the middle of an aerospace contractor's parking lot--when we encountered this huge bird sitting in the middle of our driveway. It was way too big and ugly to be one of our chickens, and not ugly enough to be a turkey vulture.  MORE Mojo! »

Okay, I've just watched the latest Narnia movie. Prince Caspian. The one with Prince Caspian doing the Dramatic Super Model Pouty Pose on the cover. So now I feel compelled to make an admission.

Perhaps it's because I was blissfully unaware of Narnia's existence until I was in my late teens, and didn't actually read the books until I was in my early twenties. Perhaps it is my general dislike for most fantasy fiction that involves unicorns and magickal objects. But I gotta say, I find the entire Narnia thing to be so utterly charmless and boring I can't believe it's still in print, let alone being made such a big fuss of. To once again end my sentence propositionally.

Okay, so I didn't quite understand the huge fuss over Harry Potter, either. At least HP was/is interesting, and amusing, with nice humor elements and extolling the virtues of friendship and helping one another.  MORE Mojo! »

We New Englanders rarely have to worry about hurricanes--the last Big One hit Connecticut when? Something like 1938? Not counting the big whimper that was Hurricane Gloria in the 80's, when my Favorite Younger Sister and I filled the tub with water and fancied ourselves Water Barons only to not even lose power for five minutes--but once again I digress. Even the Big Snow we get each winter is no big whoop, despite how the media likes to whoop it up as something Scary and Meaningful whenever a flake falls. And yes, always with the first sticking snow there are those who failed high school physics and need to re-learn how to drive on slipperier surfaces.

Meaning, most people know to have a few candles and maybe a camping stove and some powdered soup lying about the house Just In Case. And the Smart Ones know not to run a gasoline generator in the house or try to heat with their gas stoves, while the Not-So Smart Ones become Darwinian Statistics who get to star on the local news when they asphyxiate in their beds. (Fire needs oxygen. People need oxygen. Fire and people together requires enough oxygen for BOTH of them, or one will hog it all and the other will eventually go out. Which one goes out first is a crap shoot. Canary....coal mine... is any of this getting through?)

Anyway, since we don't really have all that much to worry from hurricanes, we only get word of them when we see the national news and one happens to hit an area big enough and with enough newsworthiness (and Mojo cannot help but notice that "newsworthiness" often entails being 1.) American and 2.) caucasian, but again I digress). And even then it's just an evening of wow, lookit this pile of rubble that used to be someone's HOUSE! along with the requisite footage of said homeowner either crying or hugging family members or vowing to rebuild or all three at once. And then the weather guy comes on, all hyuck-hyuck-hyuck! and before you know it it's a filler piece on some housewife who made millions in her spare time selling homemade soap to Yuppies and now she's the CEO of a multi-million dollar empire. (Good for her, by the way.)  MORE Mojo! »

So Mojo failed to blog yesterday. Big whoop. My pitiful, stammering excuse is, I had to get up extra early (and by extra early Mojo means somewhere between three and four, because as we all know by now--by virtue of her whining--she is usually up somewhere between four and five) to drive my Favorite Husband to the airport, where he spent several hours making new friends and promising them that Mojo will run all sorts of errands for them back home here. Or words to that effect.  MORE Mojo! »