Just watched an Ad Sense video on what is, and is not, acceptable content for my blog. The video was funny and informative. The rule of thumb "if you would not use it in polite company, then don't use it here," was pretty clear. But. Butt. Buns...
While the video concisely answered some of my questions, it left me with others. Such as:
-I can not say $h*t? No, really?
-Polite company, hmm, alright, but I avoid that kind of company for the most part. I find coarse and crass people more entertaining, honestly.
-I only use profanity as an expletive, to express my extreme excitement. Something like "No $h*t, there we were..." It is the salt and pepper on my verbal sandwich. I guess I should develop better condiments.
Ah, which leads me to a caver's rule. I am pretty sure kayakers also have superstitious rules like this one, I just have not found one yet. So this caver's rule goes like this: the cave sprites, spirits, whatever, do NOT like curse words. Apparently they have virgin ears. So when down a hole one must convert to using "cowboy curses." They go something like "leaping lizards!" "hoppin' horny toads!" or, a la Battlestar Galactica, "FRACK!!"
My first adult caving experience went this: I was in a college PE class, and we were down a hole and my light went out. I was literally crawling on my belly in a wet, twisted passageway barely big enough for me and so I muttered "WTF?" when my light went out. The instructor in front of me had me pass the light up to him. He tightened something and passed it back with the light on. I put it on and it went out. "Son of a beestickle," is not what I said. For the rest of the trip my light went out just when I needed it most. Oh, I filled the air with frustrated cursing.
At dinner that night the instructors told I brought down the wrath of the cave gnomes. Ah so. I found this pretty comical.
So from this day forth I promise to either horribly misspell my curse words or to enforce the "caver's rule" upon my blog. I am not going to take the time to go back through 150 plus posts and hunt out every four letter word of doom. No. No time for that now.
I tender my apology for any offense I might have caused my dear reader or advertiser. My bad, no really, my bad, please accept my apology.
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