So many sad, angry people ask me: Why, Mojo, how do you ever maintain your saintlike equanimity when faced with this vale of tears I call life? To which Mojo replies, Simple. I go to my spot. For just as Pooh--a Bear With Very Little Brain--had his Thinking Spot, so Mojo--a woman with very little else to recommend her--has her Spot, safely far enough away from polite society to render her fairly harmless and easy to ignore.  MORE Mojo! »

Mojo has spent the last four days--after a solid WEEK of car trouble, mind you!--with the sort of digestive trouble that makes one feel as if one has been repeatedly kicked in the stomach for several days in a row. Plus we had to Visit People this weekend, and Mojo is not much good at being in polite society. What with her hating other people and all.  MORE Mojo! »