...it's gonna be a bad buncha reviews when The Tale of Despereaux is uppermost on Mojo's mind as best of the bunch. It was okay. Surprisingly stellar cast, I must admit. I've never read the book (shame, eternal shame on Mojo!) but it's an award-winner and I SHOULD read it. Mental note: get it from the lieberry and read it while the patrons are browsing. One of the many perks of the job, don'tcha know.  MORE Mojo! »

I was going to title this blog post "Spraychel" and just let the chips fall where they may, but as usual Mojo feels the word requires a lengthy explanatory preamble before Certain Readers Take It The Wrong Way.

Okay, as a young adult I lived for a year, as many people do, with my Favorite Brother. Not that all that many people live with my Favorite Brother per se, only that many young people may room with their siblings to share costs and whatnot. Assuming, of course, you get along with your siblings, as Mojo tends to do with hers, since Mojo is so saintlike and tolerant of the foibles of other, lesser creatures.

Anyway, among the realm of fond remembrances of the time is our first calling a certain margarine/butter/greasy spread product "Ick-Bimb". We are talking, of course, of that thing with the unwieldy long name, I Can't Believe It's Not Butter! Yes, the exclamation point is part of the name and the trademark. I'm at least guessing this--and remember, despite her utter brilliance Mojo is NOT a lawyer--because if you read the packaging it refers to itself with the acronym "ICBINB!" complete with said punctuation. This amused us young hipsters, to the point where we started mangling the assumed pronunciation of said acronym and started to refer to our greasy spread as "Ick-Bimb", as in, "Hey, wouldja please pass the ick-bimb?" (See, even young hipsters can still be polite. There is a Valuable Lesson To Be Learned There.)

On the plus side of reading the packaging, eventually Mojo got it in her head that such chemical monstrosities really have no part in her diet, and she went back to good ol' butter on those rare occasions she required grease. Or a nice BLT. Anyway, my point is Ick-Bimb slowly faded from my life. Or so I thought.  MORE Mojo! »