Oh “Hi!” Yes, I do have a blog. You like how I did that? Write every day in September, and then just stop for nine days?
Here’s what happened. We went camping, and while we were gone, San Antonio had flooding, and lots of rain. And the storms blew shingles off our roof. And I mentioned lots of rain? It all came funneling in through the hole in the roof, which very squishy carpet in our daughter’s room. Also, pieces of the walls fell off. Which is not ideal.
Because our house already split in half earlier this year, I have had a lot of well-meaning friends tell me. “Wow, God is really testing you.”
I think, not so much. I think domestic disasters are just God’s special way of telling me my blog was getting boring. So I will be filling you in on all those things as soon as I am able to laugh about it. Which, according to the information on my prescription vitamin bottles, should be in a week or two.
In the meantime, my goodness, you have certainly come here looking for lots of important answers.
Today’s search inquiries that led people here:
- Can I say “crap” in my school paper?
- Michelle Duggar Hair
- Sniffing Preteen Socks
- Horse Head in Bed
Seriously, I cannot help the sock-sniffers, she-mullet searchers or those of you who have watched The Godfather too many times.
But the school paper question, I am qualified to address.
If you are in elementary school, you cannot say crap in your paper. Middle school, high school? Look, you probably can get away with it. But your teachers won’t be impressed, nor will they be shocked. Crap is a poser swear word. It is not creative. It lacks panache. Go to thesaurus.com and find something better.
Try balderdash, claptrap, drivel, nonsense, idiocy, or even the vintage poppycock, and make a teacher smile.
Real swear words, the ones with the punch you need, are off limits in an academic environment. Wait until you have a blog. Even then, you’ll want to use them sparingly for two reasons. First, saying them all the time becomes a schtick, and they lose impact. Second, and more importantly, your mom and dad and husband and minister and future bosses and maybe even your kids will end up reading your blog.
And even if you’re 41 and totally confident in your belief that Jesus is worried about more important things than “bad words,” it’s just not worth the scatological excrement you’ll have to deal with.
So I hear.
My all-time favorite email exchanges about the use of “colloquial language” took place with Blogger Roy Bragg . We were discussing what kind of things I needed to refrain from saying if I blogged for the San Antonio Express-News. Roy graciously gave me a very detailed list of what words I could and could not get away with on the paper’s website.
And then, in further clarifying discussion, because I was concerned about some recent posts on sex education videos, it included this gem: “Singing penises would be fine on Mysa.com.”
It’s something I have kept in mind, but have not, as of yet, felt any need to reference.
I have, however, blogged there today about President Barack Obama’s Nobel Prize Award. So, if you would like to read a post with a semi-coherent point, go there.
Otherwise, I suspect you still haven’t found what you’re looking for.