Megan's Blog

I am watching Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me (because today, I've decreed, is the day to senselessly waste time). If you haven't seen this seminal film, the plot centers around Dr. Evil traveling back in time in his (airquotes) Time Machine to steal Austin's mojo. As I'm sure you can imagine, every other sentence of dialogue includes the word mojo.

"I'm going to go back in time to steal Austin's Mojo!"
"Dr. Evil sent me to kill you but I find you so sexy!" "It's my Mojo, baby, yeah!"
"I've lost my Mojo!"
"Austin, our intelligence shows you've lost your Mojo."
"You losing your Mojo couldn't have come at a worse time."
"I'll go back to the Sixties and recharge my Mojo!"
"Where is my Mojo?"
"Here is his Mojo."
"I'll give you the Mojo, and you give me your baby."
"Austin Powers is no longer a threat. I have his Mojo!"
"Get the Mojo!"

And everytime he hears the word Mojo, my dog (named Mojo, if you've just arrived to this blog) jumps up and looks around, as though Mike Myers is in the apartment, calling him. When he realizes that no one else is here, he sighs heavily and sits down, dejected. I imagine he's thinking, "I must be going crazy! I keep hearing my name!"