About Moxie
Why moxie.nu?
Moxie was a trademark for a mass produced soft drink back in the 1800’s. It allegedly cured all that ailed you including “paralysis, and softening of the brain”. That claim alone made it good enough for me.
The former trademark has now become a part of our vernacular, defined as energy, pep, courage and determination. I’m hoping for some guilt by association. Yes, and you can still buy it in some parts of the country.
What’s this website all about?
Whatever the hell I damn well feel like writing about on any given day. Social commentary, pop culture and politics, mostly. I use whatever guise best suits my message. Read closely. Or not at all. It’s your choice. There are lots of other web sites out there if you don’t like mine.
Hey, I know you!
Then I probably know you too, unless I was really drunk when we met. If I didn’t tell you about this site I suggest stop and go back where you came from. You’re likely to read and see things here that you won’t want to see. And because I didn’t tell you about the site, you’re seeing things I didn’t intend for you to see, either.
What country does the “dot nu” come from?
Never end your sentences with a preposition. But the answer to your ill-formed question is — Niue. To get the big picture of where my domain registration fees go you should read this. Even if you are a liberal, it will warm your bloodless heart.
Who is Moxie?
I am a los angeles based writer, photographer, and technical geek who regrettably, has entered into a witness protection program requiring me to trot around the web under silly made-up aliases. I spend my spare time fussing and tinkering with my beloved 1985 porsche 911. I can often be found consuming a delicious & nutritious wheat germ martini at the sky bar or kicking the Wilson brothers out of my house.
I grew up running barefoot in the moors of Manhattan, longing to set foot on the soil of my British homeland. Prior to my ungraceful entrance into the witness protection program, I worked as a forensic specialist, and met my fiance while investigating the death of Gianni Versace. I dumped him after I found him having sex with the corpse.
I have two wonderful cats, you shouldn’t believe most of what I wrote in the above paragraphs, if you do get psychological help NOW. I have one nickname, two Ivy League degrees and a love-hate relationship with television commercials and product marketing.
I linked you and want you to link me/you linked me back in the 90’s and my URL changed.
Send me an email, I may eventually get around to it.
You deleted my comment! You bitch!
Yes, it was either rude, off topic or ignorant.
Once you pay for your own site you can entertain all the lewd, ridiculous or off topic comments that your heart desires. I’m tireless when it comes to deleting them here on Moxie. Go ahead try me. If you are particularly unruly, I will edit your comments to help you say what you really mean.
I love you and want to buy you things
That’s not a question, but buying me things is always welcomed.
I’ve sent you emails. You never responded.
I love email, I really do — however I’m terrible at responding to it. Every piece of mail gets read, enjoyed and marked for reply. Most weekdays I get between 70-100 emails and despite my gay houseboy Andrew and Consuela my little brown maid, I’m still only one woman.
What else?
I don’t know. Send me your questions ( moxie at moxie dot nu), and I’ll answer them.