Even though the calendar told us it was spring a couple of weeks ago (well, for those of us in the northern hemisphere, anyhow), Mother Nature didn’t grace us with Spring-like weather until this past weekend. I was able to open my windows and let the damp, cool breeze permeate my home and listen to the calming sound of raindrops gently striking the ground. I was able to roll down my windows when I went to the store this weekend and it was warm enough to wear a pair of shorts and some flip-flops. It felt good to be outside for a change. It wasn’t too hot and it wasn’t too cold. Like that third bowl of porridge, it was just right.
English: Spring Rain, 1912 John Sloan (1871–1951) Oil on canvas, 20 ¼ x 26 inches Delaware Art Museum, Gift of the John Sloan Memorial Foundation, 1986 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Well, today’s DP is truly inspiring. It has spawned two vitally important questions.
Who the fuck is Franz Kafka? *runs to Wikipedia*
Evidently THIS is. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Okay, I’m back. Wikipedia says that he was some insanely influential German writer. And we all know Wikipedia is always right. Just like Google. Okay, so that question is solved. And on to number…
Why would you want to read a book that bites and stings you? Any time I’ve ever been bitten or stung it was not a pleasant experience. My dog bit me once when I was trying to get her out from under my bed. That fucking hurt. I’ve also been stung by a bee and a hornet. Neither of those were enjoyable experiences, either.
He’s a mean looking fucker, isn’t he? That bitch stung me right on the arm. Asshole. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
We haven’t quite answered this question, but since Kafka isn’t here to answer it then I guess we have no choice but to move on. I hate leaving things unresolved, but I’ll persevere. I’m guessing you will, too. If not, I’m sure there’s a group for that.
Moving on, I’m guessing what Kafka meant to say (or ask, I think it was a question) was, “What books inspire you?” Or some such drivel. Honestly, I have no idea what the hell he meant. But I will tell you about the last book I read that captured me hook, line, and sinker. Stay Close, by Harlan Coben.
Harlan Coben is a master of suspense.
Harlan Coben is, in my humblest of opinions, the best mystery writer today. He has a way of pulling you right into every novel from the get-go. He sucks you in and makes you want to turn every page until the mystery has been solved. Cliffhanger after cliffhanger leave you unable not to turn to the next page. You know how it is with Pringle’s, right? Once you pop you can’t stop? It’s like that with every Harlan Coben book. Once you start reading you can’t put the book down. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve laid down at night to read for a little while before bed-time and ended up staying up the entire night because I couldn’t stop reading a book of his. Damn you, Coben!
And damn you, Pringle’s! Damnable chips. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
But seriously, if you love mystery books and you’ve never read a Harlan Coben book…why the hell not?!?! Get to your nearest Half-Priced Books or library and get one pronto!! You’ll be glad you did.
And you, gentle reader? What book bit and stung you? And did you promptly swat that bitch with a swatter?
Fuck! Why am I not pissed off?!?! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
As I mentioned in an earlier post, I’m now taking anti-depressant medication. Since I’ve started it I’ve noticed that I am not as angry a person as I used to be, which is good for me. However, it’s bad for my blog. My rants, which I think were some of my greatest posts, are hard to come by because hardly anything gets me worked up any more.
This was me prior to being medicated. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Even with all the stupid shit going on with the election, Bengazi, and the CIA director resigning because of an affair (who cares?) the anger which would have led to ranting blog posts on those subjects is no longer there. Because of that, I’m having a hard time finding things to write about.
Maybe I just need to get back into the writing practice, or maybe apathy (indifference?) is just something I’ll have to live with. Either way, I’m not really complaining. Just saying. I’m not really all that angry any more and it really doesn’t bother me.
I’ll try to get my creative juices flowing again to get some fictional and humor writing going, but my rants might be a thing of the past.
Oh well. Gotta take the good with the bad, I guess.
Who decides what words are profane and why are profane words considered to be profane? This is something that has bothered me for years.
If you look the words fuck and shit up in the dictionary it says vulgar next to both of them. I don’t understand why these are considered “vulgar” words. There are synonyms for both words and every other word that’s considered “vulgar.” That being the case, why is it okay to say one but not the other? How is one word offensive and the other is not?
As you can see, fuck is considered vulgar, but the words that define it are not. How ironic. (Captured from dictionary.com)
As with “fuck,” shit is also considered vulgar even though the words that define it are not. How stupid. (Captured from dictionary.com)
For example, if I were to say the word penis, the majority of people would not be offended. If, however, I were to say the word cock instead, many people would be offended even though both words mean the same thing. It’s hypocritical and stupid and I just don’t understand it.
I posed this question on my Facebook page a few months ago. One of the answers I received is that society dictates this. Okay. Why? Nobody can explain it. It makes fucking no sense.
It amazes me how many people let words affect their lives. If I were to walk through the grocery store saying these words out loud I would have a whole store full of people pissed at me? They’re just words. Get over it people. There are other things to be upset about.
Many people believe it’s a sin to curse. Why? Where exactly does it say, “Thou shalt not swear?” The Wikipedia page for the word fuck has no explanation for why it’s considered vulgar, either. No one, not even the almighty Google nor Wikipedia, can explain why these words are considered immoral. So, again, why are people offended by them?
I say it’s time for these words to be used freely. There is no reason for them to be considered vulgar and people who consider them as such are prudes. There is no logical reason for censoring these words any longer. If you don’t agree, fuck off.