Se la vie

Ya know, ever since I first started this post, way back in early april 18, 2014, I have been getting a string of calls, texts and telegraphs pleading for a lengthy discourse on the origin of the sight's name.
"The Mojo Underground"
You gotta admit, it really does invoke a sort of Indy international intrigue.
A certain mystique (french for mystique). A certain "je ne sais quoi", (french for snails and champagne).
Well friends, to be blunt, it has nothing to do with sex.
I know your all very disappointed, but such is life. 
This is, in fact, a nod to my own personal bard and muse, Hunter Shakespeare Thompson.
You see, in the old days, a "Mobile Journalist" would scratch out something worthy of a paycheck on a bar room napkin and go back to the hotel and shove it through a "transom". A sort of early fax machine. This became known as the "Mojo".
Short for, you guessed it, Mobile Journalist. 
And it is with the deepest respect for my predecessors that I adopt this moniker.
The "Underground" because life has yet to mash me into a complete pulp.
But there is still time.. And I will keep you posted as to exactly how this goes down.
I'm going to be "borrowing" a great many catch phrases from my many heros in the days to come.
But for now, you know, the rest of the story....
(long pause)
Good Day?