A few inquisitive minds have asked me if Mujaputtia Umbababbaraba is my real name. The answer is, “Yes and no.” The truth is that I changed my name a few years ago to shorten it and make it sound less ‘ethnic.’ People who attended Raweigh High School, class of 1973, will probably remember a kid named Mujaputtia Umbababbarabababugida—that was me! And no, I'm not a Pakistani I'm Uzbekistani-Punjabi.
Because this newsletter was delayed by some unforeseen circumstances
I will omit my usual weekly political editorial. If you are a recent
visitor to the newsletter you can obtain copies of previous essays (and
otherwise deep mutterings) from the Friends of Mooj Memory Bank. The alphabetized
roster of some past essays include:
Are You There God? It's Me, Mujaputtia
Bobby Sherman—Forgotten Soldier of Rock n’ Roll
Chester B. Arthur—America’s Favorite President
Chester, the Happy Go Lucky Imp
Citizen Gus
Coping with Ring Worm
Deadbeat Sons
Don't be Sexist, Chicks Hate That
Drunk Indian Folklore
Ere I Saw Chester County Jail
Fast Times at Islamabad High
Goethe would have Kicked Freud's Ass
Has E.F. Hutton Said Anything Lately?
Hey, This Smells Like Cincinnati!
I Still Believe in you John Bobbitt
I’d Kill for a Noble Peace Prize
Jeez, Am I the Only One Left in the Stacey Q
Fan Club?
Kiss Me I'm Uzbekistani-Punjabi
Mooj, Mooj—The Dancing Machine
Ode to Foghat
Prince Charles, Not Your Average Chump
Quaker Outlaws
Rugby Moms
The Fall of the House of Buttafucco
The Mooj Poetic League is still collecting poems for this year's Poetry Showdown. If you are a budding artist (or at least think you are) please send your poems to us (same e-mail address) and we'll circulate them among our prestigious panel of judges. This year's winner will have his or her poem published in the December 28th Mooj Weekly Standard. So far over six poems have been collected. [Editor's note: would whoever sent the poem entitled: The Fortunate Few Luckily Enough to Have Been Called Official Bozo the Clown Sidekicks please identify yourself. Your submittal did not have a name attached.] Several readers of my poetry journal have expressed interest in me including a random sampling of my poetic talent in this weekly newsletter. I would love to accommodate you but fear that too many poems would detract from the otherwise serious nature of this newsletter. You be the judge: if enough of you request poetry then I'm sure the editorial board will make an exception.
Appalachian Macaroni and Cheese: Use standard boxed macaroni and cheese (not brand specific) and prepare it according to directions. Before the cheese sets add ketchup, bacon, kidney beans, and corn. Season to taste.
Everyone knows that Cain and Abel were the first two children of Adam and Eve, but who was their third child?
The answer to last week's quiz question was Sodom.
Sodom was the city that never slept (or at least not on it's stomach).
Sorry, but due to lack of interest in this feature it will no longer be included in this weekly newsletter. If readers wish it to remain please contact the Mooj Pennsylvania Heritage Trust (same e-mail address) and we'll see what we can do. From what I understand most of the information included in this section was incorrect anyway.
Also I've been asked by several (I don't want to say outraged—maybe inquisitive would be a better word) people about where their donations to various Mooj Social Action and Awareness Funds are going. I am in the process of trying to compile a balance sheet showing income and outgoing expenses. Unfortunately, at this time I am unable to locate much of the money that was sent in over the last few months. Hopefully it's around here someplace.
I should note that two funds have been permanently dismantled: The Free Nelson Mandela Foundation and the Franco-Russian War Veteran's Fund are discontinued until further notice.