Welcome to the "Mo to Go" blog!

Well hello!

Welcome to my blog. And welcome to me, if we haven’t met. You might know me from Darren & Mo on CHFI. Or perhaps from my days at a powerhouse rock station in Toronto. You could be familiar with the gossip bit I do called Other People’s Business™ (and yes it’s now trademarked), which used to be called The Last Word (not trademarked). You might even know me from another blog I used to write in another galaxy far, far away. Or you might not know me at all. In any case, hello, and thanks for stopping by.

So what’s this all about? Good question. I’m not entirely sure, but based on previous history I suspect I will be writing a lot about me, my family, my job and my friends. I will probably relate all sorts of embarrassing encounters, mostly experienced by me, as I often get into awkward situations that I fervently hope are universal. I tend to fall down a lot, for example, or get locked in or out of places, or say inappropriate things to appropriate people. I will probably tell you more about my family than they would like, but that’s too bad for them. No point having skeletons in the closet if you can’t take them out and rattle them around. I will also go on rants, over share, dispense unsolicited advice, and swear. But like this: s**t. If this offends you, you might be in the wrong place. Mostly, I hope to share stuff with you as if we were really friends. Because in this strange, digital universe where strangers find connection with the click of a mouse, we ARE friends. And friends don’t let friends blog alone. Or wear bad outfits. Or skip leg day.

I am going to kick things off with pictures of my dogs, because they’re adorable, and I need to learn how to post pictures. Here we go:

That’s Asta in the close-up. She’s an 11-year-old Golden Doodle who is as sweet as the day is long. The other one is Due, a 5 year old mini Aussie Labradoodle who is also part s**thead. We pronounce Due “Dewey”, because it’s Italian for “two”, and he’s the second dog. We’re not Italian, just pretentious. The dogs will figure largely in this blog because I spend a lot of time with them, and they can’t complain that their privacy is being violated. That’s the price you pay when you poop in public.

So here we are. The first blog is done (dusts hands). I’m no Samuel Pepys, or Anne Frank for that matter, but this will have to do. Drop by any time. Send me a comment, or a thought, or a picture of your dog, if you’d like. Here’s my email. Don’t give it to the wrong people. Don’t BE the wrong people. Most of all, enjoy the ride.