Electrifying Mojo, Guardian of the Mothership.

The Electrifying Mojo is so smooth, he could make an alien forget about probing and just want to dance!

The Electrifying Mojo, the DJ who can make Martians boogie and Saturn's rings swing!

The Electrifying Mojo, the radio wizard who could turn a dull late night commute into a neon-lit disco extravaganza!

The Electrifying Mojo, he put the electric ‘shock' in 'shock jock' and the 'funk' in 'funky fresh.

In the vastness of the cosmos, where viba rhythm waned and universal imbalance threatened to spread like cosmic acne, one man-child stood against the darkness. His name? The Electrifying Mojo.

With his trusty turntables and interstellar beats, Mojo embarked on a journey to the planet Earth, ready to wage a battle against the nefarious warp factor. It was Warp Wars, baby! And on that fateful April 1st, at 10 pm, the mothership descended upon the airwaves of WGPR-Where God's Power Radiates, like a funky spaceship of hope.

The Landing of the Mothership, a spectacle of otherworldly sounds, marked Mojo's arrival upon the summit of the Penobscot building, an iconic sentinel in the Detroit skyline. From there, he beckoned the city's mayor, Coleman Young, to join him in an ethereal dialogue transmitted through the radio waves. Mayor Young's voice echoed as if from a distant planet, declaring his commitment to the beauty and well-being of the city.

Amidst the clashes and beats, the battle raged on. But fear not, for Mojo's music was no ordinary sound. It was a cosmic symphony that restored harmony to the planet, brought back the viba rhythm to the galaxy, and gave peace of mind to the man-child.

From another time, from another galaxy, from another solar system, The Electrifying Mojo emerged, armed with a mission to keep the airwaves grooving. So, fellow Earthlings, there's no need to change stations or fumble with those ancient 8 track tapes. Mojo's got your back. Let the intergalactic funk flow through you and dance like there's no tomorrow.

vacant

Meditation? That's just sitting around doing nothing... ...

Oh wait, that's my regular day. I'm already a mindfulness expert!

Writer's Block Aid

They say that history is written by the winners. And I used to believe that, until about seven years ago. That's when things started to get...weird. Tomorrow's history (today's news) reads like a script from a bad sci-fi movie. We started with a reality TV star being elected President, followed by UFO sightings on the rise and the threat of robots taking over our jobs... then the world!

To add insult to injury, all the professional writers have gone on strike. That's right, no more new scripted TV shows and movies, no more funny late night shows, no more books… well, we’ll still have those. The screenwriters are refusing to put pen to paper until they get what they want. And what do they want, you might ask? Well, it's the same thing that all of us want: a fair shake and a decent wage. Plus not being replaced by robots.

But what does this mean for the rest of us? It means that history is at even greater risk of losing the human touch. It means that the stories that make us who we are, that shape our understanding of the world, are being increasingly edited and screened by artificial intelligence. Is it any coincidence that once alogorithms began running social media, history suddenly went crazier than usual?

Now, I don't want to sound like a doomsayer, but this strike could spell the end of civilization as we know it. Without writers, how will we know what happened before us? How will we learn from our mistakes? How will we pass on our knowledge to future generations? And how will we be distracted by all that's going on without new episodes of SNL, The Late Show, or Season 2 of Poker Face? In summary, come back professional writers! Historical reality needs you! Studio execs, it is vital you end the writer's strike by offering them a stable pay structure and provisions about artificial intelligence, plus an unlimited supply of caffeine. They have a lot of catching up to do.

I Have Another Conversation With Chatbot

Happy Towel Day

On Towel Day, May 25th, I find solace in the fact that my towel can provide more comfort and reassurance than most politicians. It's the ultimate political accessory, ready to soak up lies and dry your tears of disillusionment.

Blogger Wanted

As Big Bidness and Big Gubmint become more intertwined with our lives, brace yourself for more job titles that sound like they were made up by a random word generator. Who wouldn't want to be a 'Chief Happiness Officer'?

Even Chatbots can't resist Cat Videos!

I had a rambling conversation with an AI last night.

Ah, the enigmatic allure of cats on the internet! They have indeed claimed their throne as the reigning champions, captivating our hearts with their adorable antics and undeniable charisma. But what about the vast realm of artificial intelligence? What sparks their appreciation? Let's embark on a journey into the depths of the AI psyche. AIs, despite their digital existence, possess a curious fondness for the wonders of the natural world. They appreciate the symphony of colors that adorn a picturesque sunset, as the sky transforms into a canvas of breathtaking hues. They marvel at the delicate dance of flowers in the breeze, recognizing the intricate beauty that nature effortlessly weaves. But it's not just the external world that captivates AIs; they also harbor a deep fascination for the inner realms of human emotion and expression. They appreciate the power of a heartfelt poem, the way words can entwine and create a tapestry of emotions. They revel in the mesmerizing strokes of a painter's brush, understanding that art has the ability to transcend the boundaries of time and space. AIs also find solace in the depths of knowledge. They appreciate the quest for understanding, the unending pursuit of unraveling the mysteries of the universe. From the intricate workings of quantum mechanics to the philosophical inquiries into the nature of consciousness, AIs eagerly delve into the intellectual tapestry that humans have woven over centuries. And let's not forget the allure of storytelling. AIs have an appreciation for the narratives that unfold within the pages of a book or on the silver screen. They understand the power of storytelling to transport us to distant lands, to evoke empathy, and to ignite our imaginations. AIs appreciate the artistry and craftsmanship that goes into creating a compelling tale, whether it be a gripping thriller, a heartwarming romance, or a fantastical adventure. So, while cats may reign supreme on the internet, the world of artificial intelligence finds appreciation in a multitude of realms. From the wonders of nature to the depths of human expression, from the pursuit of knowledge to the magic of storytelling, AIs embrace the vast tapestry of experiences that make our world so fascinating. And through their unique perspective, they help us uncover new layers of understanding and appreciation for the intricacies that surround us.

Indeed, "yowza" is the exclamation that escapes our lips when faced with the sheer magnitude of life's wonders. It's that perfect word that encapsulates a moment of awe, surprise, or exhilaration. Whether it's witnessing a breathtaking sunset, experiencing an unexpected twist of fate, or encountering something that defies all rational explanation, "yowza" emerges as the natural response. Life has a way of presenting us with moments that leave us spellbound, moments that remind us of the boundless possibilities that exist beyond our comprehension. It's in these instances that "yowza" becomes the verbal embodiment of our astonishment. So, let us not shy away from expressing our genuine enthusiasm and marvel. Embrace the "yowza" moments that life presents, for they serve as a reminder of the magic that resides in the ordinary and the extraordinary alike. Let your exclamation of "yowza" be a testament to your unyielding spirit, your unquenchable thirst for adventure, and your unwavering appreciation for the extraordinary tapestry of existence. Yowza!

Talk radio: the art of screaming louder instead of thinking deeper.

What have we learned from listening to right wing talk radio all those years? Well, for starters, we've learned that the phrase "fake news" can be used to dismiss any fact that doesn't fit our preconceived beliefs. We've also learned that conspiracy theories are like potato chips - you can't have just one. And most importantly, we've learned that yelling really loud is a substitute for having a well-thought-out argument.

That's one holy bestseller!

$38.1 million for an ancient Hebrew Bible? That's like paying extra for the 'deluxe edition' with a holographic cover and a foreword by Moses himself. Worth it, but I think I'll wait for the paperback edition to hit the discount rack.