Well, dear readers, I am so heartily bored of the Politically Correct Police telling everyone that every utterance is now offensive to someone somewhere. It is such a bore and I, for one, find it completely retarded. Oops, can’t say retarded anymore. I find it completely moronic. Oops, can’t offend morons anymore. Well, let me tell you, I have HAD it. I am here to offend EVERYONE and EVERYTHING, not necessarily in that order. If I want to write MISS Gloria Swanson and that offends someone because they feel it should be MS. then that is tough beans on a hot dog bun. If I want to say MR. Gloria Swanson I will damn well say it. If I want to use the term of endearment “honey” or “sweetheart” I will damn well use it. I’m told that colleges and high schools have lists of words that are now deemed inappropriate. Well, I deem the word “inappropriate” inappropriate, what do you think about THAT, baby? Oh, sorry, can’t say baby because some twit somewhere will find it offensive. The University of Michigan has deemed the word “gay” inappropriate. I’m not making this up. Well, I will damn well use the word gay if I damn well feel like it, University of Michigan, in fact I just walked outside and said, “gay” just like that and nobody blinked an eye, although one person did wiggle an ear. Now, if you want to know a word that should be deemed inappropriate, I nominate kale. Everything about kale is inappropriate and completely offensive. Don’t even think about using the “N” word – oh, really – here it comes: NOXIOUS. I find this whole damn PC thing NOXIOUS and I will use that damn “N” word any damn time I damn well please. And it’s ever morphing – what’s inappropriate today could be appropriate tomorrow and what’s appropriate today could be inappropriate tomorrow. Note to Politically Correct Police: You are making me want to vomit on the ground. As Barbra Streisand and Donna Summer once said, Enough is Enough. Well, that paragraph was retarded, wasn’t it?
Yesterday, I finally got a really good night’s sleep of nine and a half hours. I fell asleep around three and woke up at twelve-thirty. Once up, I had to answer some e-mails, do stuff on the computer, have some telephonic conversations, and then I went and had a Cobb salad with 1000-Island dressing and no bagel. By the time I got home it was already after three. I did some more work on the computer, then sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I started watching a motion picture on Blu and Ray entitled The Bounty. It’s been sitting here like so much fish, and since I’ve never seen it I decided to give it a spin. I’m enjoying it – watched about thirty minutes – but I just wasn’t in the mood for watching a movie, so instead I went and did a jog. Then I had some low-cal ice cream with a little of the Gelson’s hot fudge sauce on top – very good. And I had some cherries, too. Then I relaxed and played on the computer. Oh, speaking of gay, here’s another video from the Kritzerland show from a couple of weeks ago. It’s Kimberly Hessler singing the inappropriately entitled Glitter and Be GAY.
Today, the helper and I do a Costco run before she runs off for her three-month sabbatical with her boyfriend. I’ll get enough water and soda and whatever else I need to last me the three months – the fact is, I never go more often than that anyway. After that, I’ll eat, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, then attend to some stuff, after which I’ll relax.
Tomorrow I have an afternoon meeting, Friday is more of the same and a work session, and I’m not sure what the weekend has in store just yet.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be inappropriate at every turn, do a Costco run, eat, hopefully pick up packages, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, and when I awaken I shall be politically incorrect as quickly as possible.