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R.I.P. Mojo

Well, sadly, Mojo is no more.

Steve, the computer man, did all that he could, then passed it on to his friend, Dexter, the Apple man.  I guess I should have known that ANYONE, working in ANY industry, with the name “Dexter,” will kill ANYTHING he comes in contact with.  This “job” was done over the phone.  He’s THAT good.

Mojo’s motherboard was fried by purified water.

He will be missed.

Lucky, his brains were salvaged and will be saved, virtually, for generations to come.

It’s what Mojo would have wanted.

R.I.P. Mojo

December 25, 2010 – October 11, 2011








Don’t You Die On Me Mojo … Not Today!! Not You!!

So Mojo didn’t turn on and I am updating you via iPad. We are taking Mojo to a specialist downtown and we are told he is very good. Failing that, we will be seeking help from alternative medicine.

There is a faint green light from the AC adapter, and it both fills be with hope and sickens me at the same time. It feels like the beep of a heart monito when someone is on life support.

I have been told that, if nothing else, the data will be salvageable, but I feel like people are telling me that I’ll be ready to play next season. Then they take my parents into the next room. I can see them talking, and my mother is crying, but I just can’t wait to be scoring touchdowns next year! I’ll be a SENIOR then! Girls will all want to be with me, and I’ll be the quaterback and …

Please: pray for Mojo.


Pray … for … Mojo …

Today’s post will be delayed inevitably due to my computer taking a bath.

It is amazing to me that, in these technologically advanced days, something as simple as a plastic ring on a reusable water bottle can completely destroy a life’s work.  (That’ll teach me for trying to be Green.)

We’ll see if the computer can be saved.  Failing that, we’ll see if I can salvage the hard drive.  Failing THAT, I will lose the following:

  • The final edit of the novel I’ve been writing for twelve years.
  • The directory for Cara’s company tallying over five-thousand properties and over four years worth of work.
  • Countless photos from years of family vacations, get-togethers, and outings.

But … there is no sense worrying about what hasn’t happened for sure yet

In the meantime: Pray for Mojo.


Happy Thanksgiving, You Canucks!

Happy Thanksgiving to all our Canadian readers!  Whether you live in Canada or live abroad (like us), we wish you all a very happy start to the holiday season.






P.S. Yes, we did Thanksgiving.  Yes, there will be a Thanksgiving TSB.  No, there won’t be pictures.  Yes, Megan is away again.

Fuck White Truck

Sorry, mom, for the profane opening, but you know how I love things that rhyme.

I know that we said that we were going to review White Truck Chardonnay this week but something even more exciting came up.  Megan and I got a chance to interview Demian Fuentes, owner and operator of La Cava Veinte 33, the fantastic and dynamic wine bar and restaurant.

Living down here in Mexico, there is a real surge in wine appreciation which tickles us to no end, and restauranteurs like Demian are at the vanguard of this surge.  With a burgeoning high-end tourism segment here in Playa del Carmen, having restaurants like La Cava is important, now more than ever.

We’re going to post this incredible interview on Tuesday, so get your anticipation hats on, have your glasses at the ready, and be prepared to tuck in as we take you with us on a three-hour-tour of a three wines from the cellars at La Cava Veinte 33.

(In writing this, I nearly wrote “wine bar cum restaurant,” as in the Latin word meaning “with.”  However, telling people that there is a fantastic cum restaurant in town might attract a different, albeit no less sophisticated, clientele than Demian is going after.  Again, mom, I’m so sorry.)

Red vs. White: Why Can’t We All Just Get Along?

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If you were ever wondering what the perfect gift for Megan and I would be, please consider this as a strong candidate.

Review, Friends-Troops Long Past Review

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This week found us separated by an ocean and Megan sent in her review from the field. I wish the wine that I reviewed could have been amazing, but, alas, it was not.

That’s okay: Cara picked it.

Wine: La Sablette, Muscadet-Sèvre et Maine Sur Lie, Vin Blanc, 2008, $155.00 MXN
Rating: Mon Dieu! Quelle horreur! Fiche le camp!

Cara bought this week’s wine. I was an unwilling passenger, I’m afraid.

So here is my quick review. Crap. Crappity. Craptastic. Ass-tounding. Poo-rific. Not good. Crap, crap, crap. Awful. Butt-awful. Garbage, comes to mind; something like rubbish, like refuse. Crap. Reminds me of a fresh anus on a warm summer’s morn. Poop. Sour. Tart. Like crap. Cara said “oaky.” I didn’t taste oak so much as I tasted crap. She said, “oaky, with just a little …” then I raised one eyebrow and gave her my best “Come on …” look, she relented and agreed. “Yeah this is pretty bad.”

There is nothing worse than a truly bad glass of wine. You feel robbed. You feel defeated, in a way. You wanted things to be so much better, so different. Instead, you must give in the awfulness that is flowing past your teeth and into your mouth. You know that the relaxation that comes with savouring a glass of really nice wine has been taken from you, and there is nothing that can fix it.

Plus, factor in the man problems I’ve been having of late, and I was sure this wine was going to give me the worst night I’ve had in weeks. Yay for fire pee! (Note to readers: this wine did in fact make me urinate pure lava. I would avoid this wine in the future, if I were you.)

In short: I did not like this wine. I also noted that Cara did not finish her glass. “What’s that?” I asked her, “You don’t like your Hobo-Juice? Pity. It did cost 155 pesos. With the massive importation tax and mark-up, that’s a very, very cheap bottle of Muscatel you’re not drinking.” I tried to point out that a wine from France for 155 pesos was basically like a buying a bottle of French wine in Canada for about six or seven dollars. French wine is notoriously overpriced. To get a cheap bottle of French wine is like getting no name beer. It has alcohol in it, the basic ingredients for what’s on the label are in there, but not in the right places for it to taste anything like good. But Cara didn’t listen to my logic. It fell on deaf ears. Why didn’t she believe me? Why, why would she fly in the face of my sound argument and pouty facial expressions? The bottle was pretty.

Hey: we’ve all fallen for that one.

So, forget reviewing wine this week. Instead, let me share with you an idea I had for an episode of “House”.

A blogger who talks openly about his health issues gets read by an aspiring, and attractive, young doctor (Elisabeth Moss). She shares the hilarity she read this morning with her team of diagnosticians and is overheard by House (Hugh Laurie) who immediately diagnoses the blogger (Shia LaBoeuf) as having a very rare, very painless condition which will go away with an I.V. drip of … um … chlorophyll (why not?) after sleeping (painlessly) for half the episode like a stone angel. The rest of the episode, Jesse Spencer and Omar Epps play “Go Fish” while House plays mediocre blues on his guitar until the Blogger wakes up and immediately wins the lottery.

Tell me you wouldn’t watch that episode! You would, and you would want to see a follow-up episode in which Shia LaBoeuf fights zombies and cracks wise in a John Ritter-Woody Allen lovechild kind of way. “Great: she’s a zombie too. Zombie. Zombie. There’s a zombie. Everyone’s a zombie! I don’t get it: this couldn’t happen after graduation?? Oh boy: Run!”

As I write this, the wine has robbed all moisture from my mouth. I hate this wine. I want it to die. Plus, I think the bottle is way too phallic to be enjoyable.

I mean, suggestive is one thing. Ace and Gary is a whole nother.




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