Monday Morning Mojo No. 61: Mojo’s Christmas Carol

Goodness, I barely made it out with this one!Mini image of the comic

Talk about rush jobs… we had fun all day at the Wren Family Christmas Party, got home late, and then I had to put something together real quick. Nothing like PLANNING AHEAD.

You can launch the comic either by clicking on the image to the right or this link.

UPDATE: Sorry guys! Some of you might not have read EVERY Monday Morning Mojo I’ve ever written. Heh!

So if you’re a little confused about one of the plot developments, read this.

Monday Morning Mojo No. 60

Wow!Mini image of the comic

SIXTY Monday Morning Mojos! I passed the one year mark and didn’t realize it—who knew our stinky little bulldog would practically take over the site?

Today’s issue features Mojo’s good friend and partner-in-crime, Clara. You can read up on Clara here if you like, or just launch the comic, either by clicking on the image to the right or this link.

Monday Morning Mojo: A Christmas Lesson

I’m experimenting with a new format for the Monday Morning Mojo: a comic book!

I made it with a great little piece of Mac software called Comic Life, and dang, is it ever fun to play with.

Click on the picture of the comic and a new window should appear. If it doesn’t, try this link. I don’t know yet what this will do in an RSS feed.

In fact, if anybody has any problems, please let me know. I’ve never used a javascript command in a WordPress post before and am not sure how it works, but it IS working on my end.

UPDATED TO ADD: This is a 2-page comic. There’s a little “Next” button at the bottom of the page, in case you guys don’t notice!

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Monday Morning Mojo No. 55: All over the map

Mojo peers at a little black thing

WHAT: Little, tiny black things. We weren’t sure at first what they were. They looked like little… spiders?

And then there were more of them.

Now there are 2 little black things!

And even more…

One little black thing is in under the bushes!

And even more! They were turning up everywhere!

One black thing is on the bricks!

It was an invasion!

3 little black things

But what could they be?

Wait a minute…

Mojo stretches before a door mat with a hole in it

BONNIE: Oh, man. Mojo just chewed up our door mat!

HUBBY: No way—I don’t believe it! Clara did it! She did it, and blamed him!

BONNIE: You blame everything on Clara.

HUBBY: If the shoe fits, baby, you put it on.

BONNIE: Whatever. Say, doesn’t that look like a map of the United States? Look, there’s Florida, and there’s Texas.

HUBBY: Hunh? Wait a minute! Mojo! Did you swallow any of that stuff? My poor baby!

Door mat, all chewed up; it kind of looks like a map

REPLACEMENT COST: $42.95.

Monday Morning Mojo: Halloween approaches

You know what makes a good and scary movie moment?

When the ordinary, everyday, and mundane person suddenly turns into someone or something scary.

An excellent example of this is a scene from Lord of the Rings where Bilbo Baggins, AKA the Ring-Finder, who is very sweet and grandfatherly as seen here…

Bilbo Baggins, pleasant Hobbit gentleman

… gets one whiff of that evil ring and unexpectedly turns into Bilbo Baggins, Demon Spawn Who’d Eat Frodo’s Brains If He Had the Chance, as seen here….

Bilbo Baggins, possessed by that nasty ring

And why am I discussing scary movie moments in the Monday Morning Mojo?

First, because I’m shooting blanks right now, and can’t think of a single thing to say. You know, it’s kind of hard to come up with something humorous Sunday afternoon after Sunday afternoon. The pressure is incredible!

And second, because Mojo does his own little imitation of Bilbo Baggins all the time. See here: a perfect example of Bulldoggus Stinkemuppus, reclining on the stairs, as sweet as can be, albeit very stinky…

… just seconds before he turns into Brain-Eating Demon Spawn himself…

Yeah, I know. It’s kind of a stretch. But you try to compose a clever little Monday Morning Mojo when your husband is after you to get to bed or else. Sometimes that man can really be annoying.

In fact, it’s times like these when I’d give anything to turn into a brain-eating spawn of demon just for a few minutes—you know, to scare the poop out of my husband—but not really eat his brains, or anything.

Mojo sitting on stairs

Monday Morning Mojo: A tail is a terrible thing to waste

Pop quiz, everybody: when your dog looks like this all the time, how do you know what he’s thinking?

Mojo from ground level--he looks pretty sick!

Nope, I can’t tell, either.

This is where a dog tail would come in handy. A tail is an extremely useful part of the Canine Early Warning System: if it is wagging, the dog is happy. If it is hanging low, the dog is sick, or afraid.

We don’t know why the dog is sick or afraid, unless it has something to do with the pound of butter we left to soften on the kitchen counter—in which case the dog is probably also preoccupied with deciding whether to erupt like Vesuvius on the living room rug or all over the stairs.

Mojo's rear end: there is no tail, just a squiggleYes, tails are useful things. I’m sure Mojo wishes he had one, too, because it would come in handy for dog-human communication via wagging or drooping or holding between his legs, not to mention waving banners with messages scrawled on them like, “If you think I’m going back to Obedience, you can BITE ME.”

But there’s no tail, just a little squiggle, and even his squiggle looked awfully sad today. I was THIS CLOSE to transporting him to the Emergency Vet, where merely walking through the front door costs approximately the same amount as our monthly mortgage installment. And then…

MOJO: Ho hum, I’m dying, really, I am.

DIDI: Hi, everyone, I brought Clara over for her play date!

MOJO: Woo hoo! Let’s party, BAY-BEE.

Yup, I came that close to helping the Emergency Vet make the last payment on his Ferrari. And all because this dang dog doesn’t have a tail.

The little faker.

Mojo, stretching and looking sad. Or sick.