#1. I had no idea how important the stupid computer is in my life. The beast went Tango Uniform on me, & I couldn’t DO anything. Pay bills, transfer money, monitor my checkbook & finances, & of course, email & blog… nope. Not gonna happen.
Thankfully, I have a friend who’s a severe geek, & he likes messing with the things. He came up Saturday, flooged around with it, put in a new power supply, did the magical incantations, & here I am again!
#2. One of my two readers made a comment:
"I've read your post several times now. I'm always tempted to comment.I don't believe you approve of vulgar language on your site, so I won't."
I guess hadn’t noticed it, but I don’t use my normal "speaking" voice when I write. Those that know me can attest that the "wordz what are comin’ out of my mouf" are often less than acceptable at a Sunday service. I suppose that the written word, being etched in cyberspace as it were, can be perceived as reflective of the writer’s education, background, & upbringing. That ‘taint necessarily so, but with the vast alternatives available in our language, there are usually better ways of expressing oneself than resorting to vulgarities.
I still remember the time I asked, at the supper table, what "fuck" meant. That went over well.
SO, if you feel like using language that you are comfortable with, or desire to make a point, feel free to use whatever vernacular you see fit.