Watch your language young lady. That’s a word I try never to use. If it does slip out you know that something is really wrong. I go through life making a conscious effort not to curse. I forget who said it, but “Cursing is the result of a poor vocabulary”.
It’s an experiment, due to claims made by the Mad One regarding stat counters and the use of that word.
I, unfortunately, am married to a very coarse auto technician (note, that not all auto techs are coarse, but the one I live with is) – he has made this particular word seem to me like the word “big” or “run” – very common place, and not all that noticeable.
I wonder if I can find a way to make it there, but invisible?
Well, in the name of scientific inquiry, surely it’s excusable!
Personally, I’ve had to work very, very hard to never let it slip in front of my children (though, in recognition of its existence in others’ vocabulary, we politely refer to it as the “f-word”). I’m afraid it’s a leftover habit accumulated long ago in jr. high (mid 1960’s) when it was used with just about every breath (not unlike its use in the t.v. series Deadwood). Back then (the 1960’s, not the 1800’s), it was considered something of a badge of honor, reflecting the extent to which one was free of the Establishment and its oppressive socio-political order. No excuse, perhaps, but it made us all think we sounded dangerous and revolutionary.
Why on earth would anyone look up blog entries with the word? If it’s porn they’re looking for, surely it’s easy to find without it. Maybe it is Big Brother, after all, who cares.
Well…as someone who used it in my most recent blog post (and in relation to the Cross, no less!), I can hardly throw any stones now can I?
I can remember when my son came home from 3rd grade and asked me about “the f-word.” I laughed…couldn’t help it–because he said “Mom, that f-word—is it spelled F-U-S-T?”
I was having a conversation after church with a pastor of, shall we say, “another denomination”, when the subject of the f-word came up. I mentioned that I once spent the 10 minutes of silence during a Taize service by reciting to myself over and over again the mantra, “God is a big fucking mystery.” Fortunately, said pastor was not fazed or offended. 🙂
Doxy – that reminds me of the first time my son asked what the word “gay” meant, when he was 6. He asked my husband, “Dad, what’s J-E-Y?” Husband, “Huh?”
“Gay! What’s gay, dad?”
Wimp told him it meant, “Happy.”
Jake thought about it and said, “Well, my friend Johnny told me it’s when two guys suck each others dicks.” (BTW, Johnny was 6 too!)
My husband almost fell on the floor.
I was distressed that he hadn’t had to ask what a dick was…
However, as far as I can determine through deeper analysis (you know, looking at the details and referrals in sitemeter), this has nothing to do with the word Fuck whatsoever – in so much as it didn’t seem to attract any “new” blood – just the same old regulars, gwaking at me saying a big bad word.
Not that this is a bad thing…
The Mad One has perhaps exaggerated.
We shall see what the sitemeter tells me tomorrow. Sometimes, the freaks come out at night.
Grandmere Mimi announced today that she gets 300 a day.
Perhaps, even though she doesn’t type fuck ever, she says fuck a lot in real life and the fuck-on-your-blog karma just sends those visitors around to her blog.
perhaps we should all swear more often just to affect our blog-karma.
Hey ((((Catherine+))))! Good to see you! Emotional and mental breaks are needed from time to time, but I’m glad to see you back.
Dennis – Hmmmm….We may have to continue the ‘sperimint…I don’t ever get 300 hits a day, but, of course, I write tripe.
I am the sitcom of blogland – funny stuff, and every once in a while I throw in a serious thing (kind of like th show Growing Pains – but, let’s NOT think about Kirk Cameron and proving God).
My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself and the fact that I think I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road, though I may know nothing about it. Therefore I will trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.
Thomas Merton
A Prayer Attributed to St. Francis
Lord, make us instruments of your peace. Where there is hatred, let us sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, union; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that we may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Watch your language young lady. That’s a word I try never to use. If it does slip out you know that something is really wrong. I go through life making a conscious effort not to curse. I forget who said it, but “Cursing is the result of a poor vocabulary”.
(((Bill)))
It’s an experiment, due to claims made by the Mad One regarding stat counters and the use of that word.
I, unfortunately, am married to a very coarse auto technician (note, that not all auto techs are coarse, but the one I live with is) – he has made this particular word seem to me like the word “big” or “run” – very common place, and not all that noticeable.
I wonder if I can find a way to make it there, but invisible?
I shall investigate….
Well, in the name of scientific inquiry, surely it’s excusable!
Personally, I’ve had to work very, very hard to never let it slip in front of my children (though, in recognition of its existence in others’ vocabulary, we politely refer to it as the “f-word”). I’m afraid it’s a leftover habit accumulated long ago in jr. high (mid 1960’s) when it was used with just about every breath (not unlike its use in the t.v. series Deadwood). Back then (the 1960’s, not the 1800’s), it was considered something of a badge of honor, reflecting the extent to which one was free of the Establishment and its oppressive socio-political order. No excuse, perhaps, but it made us all think we sounded dangerous and revolutionary.
Why on earth would anyone look up blog entries with the word? If it’s porn they’re looking for, surely it’s easy to find without it. Maybe it is Big Brother, after all, who cares.
I love the F-word. I try to say it at least once every day.
LOL@ Mystical.
OK – research so far:
2 who admit the f word doesn’t phase them
1 who uses it with relish
1 who is very offended by it.
Not sure this is what I was expecting in the way of data, but…let’s call it a happy accident.
LOL!
If you want to make it invisible, just color the text the same as your background.
I don’t know how to do it/code it though.
I’m a technical hacker!
Well…as someone who used it in my most recent blog post (and in relation to the Cross, no less!), I can hardly throw any stones now can I?
I can remember when my son came home from 3rd grade and asked me about “the f-word.” I laughed…couldn’t help it–because he said “Mom, that f-word—is it spelled F-U-S-T?”
I was having a conversation after church with a pastor of, shall we say, “another denomination”, when the subject of the f-word came up. I mentioned that I once spent the 10 minutes of silence during a Taize service by reciting to myself over and over again the mantra, “God is a big fucking mystery.” Fortunately, said pastor was not fazed or offended. 🙂
A priest of my acquaintance frequently says “effing” as an adjective. I find it quite endearing, myself…what that says about me, I’m not sure.
Mystical –
Makes me think of some lyrics
“Whatever gets you through the night…it’s all right..it’s all right.”
Fuck, the mantra.
LOL
Doxy – that reminds me of the first time my son asked what the word “gay” meant, when he was 6. He asked my husband, “Dad, what’s J-E-Y?” Husband, “Huh?”
“Gay! What’s gay, dad?”
Wimp told him it meant, “Happy.”
Jake thought about it and said, “Well, my friend Johnny told me it’s when two guys suck each others dicks.” (BTW, Johnny was 6 too!)
My husband almost fell on the floor.
I was distressed that he hadn’t had to ask what a dick was…
So, what are the results on your stat counter?
Because you know full well that if you are going to run an experiment you are duty bound to report the results.
It is just part of the scientific process, like we all learned in 5th grade science.
Well, Dennis, my stats are up slightly.
However, as far as I can determine through deeper analysis (you know, looking at the details and referrals in sitemeter), this has nothing to do with the word Fuck whatsoever – in so much as it didn’t seem to attract any “new” blood – just the same old regulars, gwaking at me saying a big bad word.
Not that this is a bad thing…
The Mad One has perhaps exaggerated.
We shall see what the sitemeter tells me tomorrow. Sometimes, the freaks come out at night.
Grandmere Mimi announced today that she gets 300 a day.
Perhaps, even though she doesn’t type fuck ever, she says fuck a lot in real life and the fuck-on-your-blog karma just sends those visitors around to her blog.
perhaps we should all swear more often just to affect our blog-karma.
Hi Eileen, long time, no talky. There is a bumper sticker that says
“I don’t have a foul mouthed, I just like to say the word!”
And my little contribution to your stats is purely enquerical; I’ve been away…mentally and emotionally but am back now.
Hope you just keep being your questing self.
Hugs,
Catherine+
Hey ((((Catherine+))))! Good to see you! Emotional and mental breaks are needed from time to time, but I’m glad to see you back.
Dennis – Hmmmm….We may have to continue the ‘sperimint…I don’t ever get 300 hits a day, but, of course, I write tripe.
I am the sitcom of blogland – funny stuff, and every once in a while I throw in a serious thing (kind of like th show Growing Pains – but, let’s NOT think about Kirk Cameron and proving God).
I am the sitcom of blogland.
Eileen, I think that’s a quotable quote.
Eileen,
Got a chuckle out of you mentioning what your husband does for a living, see as how I’m wearing this shirt to work today 😉
I’m just a “bits-n-bytes mechanic” (heh)
LOL David – My husband wears a shirt like that everyday – cept it has his name on it.
Makes me wonder if mechanics are no good with names – do they forget their own or their co-workers names taht easily.