This week, like most, we peek at the Mooj mail, report the names of new minions (and include their application essays), reflect upon two very nice poems, read another story about life in India, update the whereabouts of The Mooj and his gang of pals, say good-bye to the Bay Area Predators and maybe, if time permits, add a few more goodies. So waste no more time here in the introduction and begin your reading adventure now!
Help me! My brother just got a job selling encyclopedias and expects everyone in our family to buy a set. I guess it wouldn't be so bad except that our entire family lives in the same house! My parents bought the first set. Then he sold a set to my grandmother [without telling her that he already sold a set to my parents]. Then he sold a set to my aunt and uncle. Now he wants me to purchase a set. Mooj, the worst part is my family is from Vietnam and only the children can read English. My parents, grandmother, aunt and uncle don't even know what an encyclopedia is. Please give me the verbal wisdom to tell my brother to [omitted] off.
Trang Tran Nygen
Richmond, CA
The Mooj is probably
the last person to ask about repressing freedom of information. I
have very strong opinions on this subject because my Uncle Chandrachur
was executed for possessing just a single volume of The Encyclopedia
Britannica back in Uzbekistan (I think it was K-M). The Mooj cannot
and will not ever condone book censorship of any kind (even
though in your case it is obvious that your brother is taking advantage
of you). Who are we to judge what can and can't be
read by anyone? Wisdom is priceless and should never be measured
in redundancy. Do you think Thomas Jefferson or Abraham Lincoln would
have limited their personal libraries to only books that were on unrelated
topics? The Mooj says wisdom in bulk is better than no wisdom at
all.
Last week me and a bunch of dudes at my shop had to attend sensitivity training because some bimbo with big knockers filed a sexual harassment lawsuit against me and my company. In my sensitivity training class I learned something that I think I should share with you because it is obvious to me that you don't know the first thing about women. Chicks hate to be reminded about their weight! I’ve seen you make comments about weight when giving sagely advice to chicks. You have to be more sensitive Mooj, especially when the gal’s a big fat pig. Hey buddy, I'm just doing my part to help mankind and make this world a better place to live.
Your pal,
Donny Bosco
President and CEO of Bosco Auto Wrecking
Darby, PA.
The Mooj is glad to see you got so much out of your sensitivity training. But your assessment of women is incorrect. The Mooj believes women want to hear the truth, no matter how painful it may turn out to be. It is true that I could use more ginger terms to describe obesity or other sensitive topics, but my minions wouldn't want that. They pay homage to The Mooj because I'm a straight shooter. The Mooj tells it like it is and The Mooj doesn't sugar coat things to make them easier to swallow. When you ask The Mooj for sagely advice, whether you are a man or woman you must be prepared to hear the truth. But, since I am trying to be nicer to my minions, The Mooj shall be more careful in the future when dealing with women. (So gals, quit raggin' on me!)
Mr. Mooj,
Let me make a couple of points and then I’ll never bother you again. First, a few months ago you mentioned that your non-paid interns were from Chester County Community College. Then last week you said that they were still in high school. Well, which is it? Second, I have been reading your newsletter for a couple of years now and have yet to see you give anyone good advice on anything. Why would anyone in their right mind ask you—an obvious idiot—about anything? No offense Mooj, but you really are a terrible sage. I used to belong to the Reunification Church and they had lots of people there just like you. The one thing I will say in your defense, though, is that you are harmless and only rip off people who deserve it.
A.H.
Gee A.H., what climbed up your butt and died? The answer to your first question is actually a legitimate query. The Yaksuba twins lied on their application and told Lance Worthy (who was running Mooj.com Enterprises at the time) that they were enrolled in the Chester County Community College School of Visual and Audio Broadcasting. Since no one else applied for the job (hell, the job wasn't even posted) Lance didn't bother to check references. A few months later we got a nasty call from Mrs. Yaksuba, inquiring as to why her two underage teenage daughters were employed by us to publish such garbage (her words not mine). She called the Pennsylvania State District Attorney's Office and tried to have us brought up on Child Labor Law infractions. Luckily we weren't paying the Yaksuba twins anything and so the DA had to throw the case out. As a goodwill gesture we fired the Yaksuba twins and made them turn in their webmaster passwords. But the Yaksuba twins were committed to Mooj excellence and so they took their operation underground and now publish The Mooj Weekly Standard from their basement. As far as I know their mom has no clue.
Your second point doesn't merit a response since you obviously have a hidden agenda to purport. The Mooj reminds you and the rest of his minions that I do care. I care about everyone and everything and never have I taken money from anyone who wasn't committed to improving their life or the lives of others.
Mooj,
My girlfriend can’t satisfy me in bed and I am wondering whether a threesome with her and my ex girlfriend might do the trick. I am Pieces, aged 24 and my girlfriend is a 26-year-old Taurus. My ex girlfriend is a Libra, aged 25. My current girlfriend and I have been living together for a year. We make love at least six times a night but then she rolls over and gives me the cold shoulder, complaining that she’s tired and wants to sleep. This makes me feel unwanted and rejected. What makes it worse is that my ex-girlfriend keeps phoning me to demand sex. We used to have a fantastic sex life but she was too bizarre for me and gave me the creeps. I know she is bisexual because we used to talk about it and fantasize about it when we were together. Lately I have been thinking about suggesting to my current girlfriend that my ex wants to join us for a “love session,” so how about it? Does this make me seem insensitive? Isn’t it normal for a 24-year-old, red-blooded American male like myself to have a strong sex drive?
Dwaine Carter
Augusta, GA
Hey I just realized something. Whenever some idiot writes me and begins his or her letter by including his or her astronomical sign, age and/or combination of both, then it is pretty much guaranteed that the letter to follow will be totally inane. Listen up Mooj Heads! This isn't Dear Abby or Teen Beat Magazine. If you are seeking legitimate psychic advice then by all means include your birth sign and age so that I can properly chart your astrological balance. But if you're only taking a joy ride through smutville then don't bother. I'm tired of being taken advantage of by perverts and sex freaks looking for thrills on the Information Super Highway. The Mooj has feelings just like everyone else! My Advice to you Dwaine is do whatever you want. Just don't involve me in it.
Last week I noticed a fellow named Jeff Ranier stated that he was a survivor of the JASCO 1-2-3 bombing. I, too, am a JASCO survivor and would like, if at all possible, the address and phone number of Jeff (he is Mooj Minion #1140). For years I have been trying to locate other survivors of the "JASCO Fiasco" to form a support network of victims and file a class action lawsuit on our behalf against the US Atomic Energy Commission, The Boston Red Sox and The Topeka Board of Education (who, in my opinion, share the brunt of the responsibility). Because details of the JASCO experiment are still classified I cannot discuss this issue any further with you. Just know that the bombing of JASCO 1-2-3 was something that should never be forgotten, lest it happen again. Any other Mooj minions out there who were assigned to JASCO 1-2-3 (or its sister neutron accelerator JASCO 4-5-6) are eligible to join as a co litigant in the lawsuit (even if they weren't present on July 31, 1961, the day of the actual bombing). All that is required is proof that you are suffering from emotional distress because of Operation JASCO.
Dr. Cynthia Wynona Williamson
Institute of Particle Physics
Oaxaca City, Mexico
The Mooj refuses to give you anything you nut! I'm not sure what all this talk about JASCO 1-2-3 is but there is no place for it in my socially conscious public service oriented newsletter. I suggest you cut down on your medication and stay away from other people.
Mr. Mooj,
Continued success on another year of The Mooj Weekly Standard. May our gracious Ganesh watch over you and be your Muse throughout your days.
Pavithra and Vignish Singh
(Owners of Singh Singh Grocery)
Norwood, MA
Thank you Pavithra and Vignish Singh! How very thoughtful of you to remember that this is the 4th anniversary of Mooj Weekly Standard Volume I, Number 1. It is hard to believe how much this humble little publication has evolved since then. With your good wishes I cannot fail and continued success shall be guaranteed to all of us here at The Mooj Weekly Standard. Continued good luck to you also at your store there in Norwood.
Dear Mooj,
My father constantly passes gas. It's not so bad when we're at home but he does it in public all the time. Whenever he cuts the cheese he looks around as if it wasn't him but everyone knows it is. Sometimes people will confront him but he refuses to accept responsibility. He even becomes verbally abusive towards those that confront him. Last night was the last straw. We were in the elevator at Brooks Brothers with a guy from my school that I totally like. After the doors closed my dad fired an air biscuit. Then my dad told the guy: "It was my daughter, she has gastrointestinal problems and can't help it." Rather than defend myself I just pretended that it was me and apologized. Mooj I was so humiliated! The guy was really cute and now he won't even look at me at school. I HATE MY DAD!
Betty Anne Blevens
Chicago, IL
Sounds like you got some real problems there Betty Anne. Don't worry, your dad may be an embarrassment to you now but someday you'll be very proud of him. Your dad actually did you a favor because the boy on the elevator was a creep. He would have broken your heart and left you feeling terrible. Sometimes God acts in mysterious ways. This time He acted through your dad's intestines.
Mooj,
As a side business I was thinking of selling caskets to earn extra income. I thought this would be perfect because as a senior law enforcement official I am often at the site of recently deceased persons. I thought I could hand out my business cards to the relatives of the newly dead when I arrive at their homes to give them the bad news. Do you have any advice? Will this make me rich quick? Do you have this Saturday's winning California Lotto numbers?
P.J.H.
Kingdom of Baal, CA
The Mooj is speechless. The Mooj can only ask that his non-paid interns do a better job screening The Mooj Mail in the future to prevent letters like this one from being posted.
An anonymous male now known as Mooj Minion #1149 hails from MIT in Cambridge, MA. His response to why he would make a good Mooj Head was: "I can think in 7 dimensions. Most people can only see things in 3 dimensions but I operate in phase space."
Bob McAllister, Mooj Minion #1150 is a retired show biz guy from Santa Monica, CA. His response to why he would make a good Mooj Head was: "I'm the guy who wrote the song, 'Kids Aaaaare People Too, Aadoo Whacka Doo Whacka Doooo Whacka Doo.'""R.J.," Mooj Minion #1151 from Ephrata, PA, claims to be affiliated with the Lancaster County Board of Reclamation. His response to why he would make a good Mooj Head was: "For years I have been hiding a terrible secret. I have no intention of sharing that secret until the statue of limitations runs out; however, maybe Mooj minionism will help me to face the fact that I sinned against mankind and desperately need the help of a board certified psychiatrist."
"Bob," Mooj Minion #1152 is a homeless guy from Brockton, MA. His response to why he would make a good Mooj Head was: "i served my country for 3 friggen years in the marine corps and this is all the thanks i get? america owes me and moojhood could be a start."
An anonymous female now known as Mooj Minion #1153 is a stunt double for the kids on MTV's The Real World. Her response to why she would make a good Mooj Head was: "You don't think all those idiots on The Real World do all their own stunts do you? Every time you see them having one of those stupid contests with the Road Rules crew it's really just a bunch of us stunt doubles doing all the action stuff."Gayle Serber, Mooj Minion #1153 is a cosmetologist from Ruby Ridge, Idaho. Her response to why she would make a good Mooj Head was: "Many years ago my people came to America on a golden space ship piloted by Jesus Christ. At least that's what my Scientologist faith tells me anyway."
B. Willis Baylor, Mooj Minion #1154 is a C++ programmer from Santa Clara, CA. He works for Altera Corp. His response to why he would make a good Mooj Head was: "It looks like oyster but it'snot."
The Sorrowful Life of Beatrice Emma Kelly by Beatrice Emma Kelly
No one understands me
No one ever couldMy right leg doesn't work right
You see, it's made of woodMy mothers always yelling
She says I ain't no goodI look just like me pappy
Who grew up in the hoodHow can I go dancing?
Everyone says I shouldHow can I go running?
My leg is made o' wood.For some odd reason my two non-paid interns saw it fitting to add another poem for your reading pleasure. Two poems for the price of one? Why not.
The Potato Man by Ned Devine.
Potatoes in the morning
Potatoes in the evening
Potatoes at supper timePotatoes is what I eat
'Cause my name is Ned Devine
The Park Bench
Back when my dad was a young man growing up in Delhi, he had many naughty adventures. I remember a particularly funny story he told me once about a park bench that he and his friends bought one summer. They lived very close to India Gate (a large park in downtown New Delhi) and the park benches there were always completely taken up by the large crowds gathering there each afternoon. So one day my dad and his pals carried their bench to the park and placed it under some shady trees. After relaxing for a spell they picked up their bench and started to carry it home. A passing policeman witnessed this and quickly arrested them for theft. When they were taken to the Judge they explained that the bench was their property and produced the bill of sale as evidence. The judge had no choice but to dismiss the charges. The next day the same thing happened again and they were arrested and brought before the judge; gain, he had no choice but to dismiss the charges. This went on for several days and finally the judge ordered the police to stop wasting his time. The police obeyed the judge's order and so my dad and his friends soon noticed that the police paid them no attention. They could then carry their bench from one end of the park to the other without so much as a glance. When they realized that the police would not be bothered with their prank anymore they began to show up at the park without their bench and carry home a real park bench. They did this until there were no benches left in the park.
As soon as we learned that Jeff W. had bamboozled us Lance and I made immediate plans to vacate the tiny hamlet of Pickensville and get to the Azores as soon as possible. If all went according to Trent Handjoy’s well-thought out plan, Jeff W. would be too busy trying to figure out a way to get inside the Sao Miguel prison (to dig for the treasure he thought it was buried there) to notice our arrival. The actual location of the treasure was about 15 km away, on the other side of the island. Trent then showed us the real map. Unfortunately, due to the nature of how Trent calculated the most probable location of the treasure, his map had considerable uncertainty associated with it. (The map was basically an isotropic plot with different rings of confidence, with each concentric ring signifying a confidence interval.) Trent recommended beginning our search at the most probable point [in the center] and expanding outward until we found the treasure. Unfortunately, the bounding ring (showing the 99-percent confidence interval) was almost 200 yards in diameter! We certainly had our work cut out for us.
Since both Lance and I were fugitives we had to use our fake aliases to obtain fake passports and fake visas. It took quite a while and required the bribery of several important diplomats (both American and Portuguese) but soon everything was in place and so we gave our notice at The General Joe E. Johnson High School cafeteria. We then bought our airline tickets and began to stock up on digging supplies. We were by then extremely anxious to get out of Pickensville and get along with our next big adventure.
But then something awful happened: a kid named Bobby Joe Tucker moved to town. Elizabeth Conner Reed dumped Trent faster than a hot potato and Trent was no longer the center of attention in that sleepy little town. Trent was devastated and couldn’t believe his horrific slide in popularity. He became insanely jealous and vowed to win back his rightful place as the new kid in town, no matter what it took. Lance and I soon began to worry because at lunchtime we noticed that Trent was starting to hang around with the Gothic looking outcasts of the school. My psychic senses also began revealing to me that Trent was planning something horrendous for Bobby Joe Tucker’s 14th birthday party (at Chuck E. Cheeses). We knew we had to act fast to save poor Bobby Joe and his guests before it was too late. We had no choice but to kidnap Trent and take him with us to the Azores. (Later we learned that it really wasn’t any big deal and that Trent and his pal Bubba Gordon were only going to set off a few stink bombs and then moon the crowd from the parking lot as they exited the building to get fresh air.)
At first Trent was outraged that we would take him away from his boyhood bliss but soon came to the realization that he was growing bored with Pickensville. His boy genius instincts were becoming dull and he needed a new adventure to sharpen his wits. Finding the treasure on the Azores might be just what he needed. Plus, according to Trent, Lance and I were complete idiots and would never be able to find the treasure without him anyway. (I assume he was joking when he said that.)
So, using what money we had left from The Great Thinker’s Society we got Trent his own fake passport, fake visa and plane ticket to Sao Miguel. Tune in next week to see how we make out.
The Mooj is now taking applications from any other amateur, college or semi-pro team (hockey, baseball, basketball, lacrosse, football, rugby, etc. BUT NOT golf) looking for an official team poet. All that is required of you is that you employ common courtesy and at least acknowledge The Mooj once in a while. For more information about a Mooj team sponsorship contact one of my non-paid interns at teamspirit@mooj.com.