Category: Bad Mojo

  • Sing, O Muse

    Hubris is a term that we equate with excessive pride. Not just being boastful. It isn’t regular pride in something you accomplished (I got out of bed today! You bet your butt I’m proud of that). It’s a kind of pathological pride in which you elevate yourself above the common man, when you challenge the…

  • Frozone

    I have Seasonal Affective Disorder. I have, in the past, taken medications to deal with some of the symptoms. I have used light therapy (I had this great doctor who had therapeutic lamps in his office and I could just stop in a few times a week to read/study under them). I make sure to…

  • Should’ve Listened to Dante

    If all of the most brilliant minds in the world got together and came up with the most hateful, inefficient, inconvenient, labyrinthine, archaic system of getting people from one place to another, then added in the sort of evil that arises from the cardinal sins of lust and envy, you would come close to –…

  • Shelf this.

    So here’s the thing. Nigh on about this time of year, I start seeing all this crap about ‘elf on a shelf’. The basic premise is that there’s this satanic doll that lives on a shelf in your house and it watches you with a keen Orwellian eye to your behaviour, and if you fuck…

  • Keep it together

    I’m going to post this article here. I need you to read it, and I’ll wait. Many things are going on here, and none of them is particularly good. For anyone who says that feminism isn’t needed anymore; for folks out there who say feminism isn’t relevant anymore, this judge proves why you’re wrong. Feminism…

  • Don’t Need to See

    I love radio. I’ve always loved radio. Right now, I love radio more than usual. Just because you can do something, like take photos of dead refugee children, or take live footage of people being shot in the street, doesn’t mean you should use that footage. The best news reporters don’t need to shock their…