Just logged in, and saw a notification that from 23 March, Blogger will no longer allow sexually explicit content. Well, I tend to not write it on here, but what do they mean? Prose describing the ins and outs (sorry!) of coitus? Uploaded pornographic pictures? Again, I don't do that here, anyway. With my last blog, I was able to write the foulest content I wanted in the body of the posting, but couldn't use the word 'Jesus' in the title. Or the word 'whore'. Oh, don't worry, Bible-thumpers; I didn't correlate those words in the title. It was just the silliness of some filter in the URL. It was only marginally more irritating than anything Kardashian-related. I got around it with my good old friends, the hyphen and/or the asterisk. A well-placed * or - between letters of certain words can get you far, I found.
I wonder will I be allowed to say what I am about to say? I heard a derogatory remark about someone today, and I must admit it made me snigger. Probably because I agreed with it. Someone described somebody (no names!) as 'the wad her mother should have swallowed'. Maybe it's infantile, but it made me giggle a bit. I'd like to use this in future.
There's peace and quiet here at the moment because we have no television following a hailstorm that shorted out the signals. Now the storm is over, it is still, steamy, and humid. I have a film of moisture clinging to me tightly enough to warrant a restraining order. Nobody else is complaining, so I'm wondering am I experiencing a hot flush.
Still have to tidy the kitchen. I've been preparing tomorrow's school lunches as my iPod plays. Tonight it was 'Only for Sheep' by The Bureau ('Giving us freedom/With a new set of rules....') ,and some Richard Clapton.
I will log out soon. I haven't been online for a few days, and just wanted to touch base in the blogosphere, my playground. I was unable to blog here because we had a problem with our modem, and some bugs to be ironed out after Mr Bingells upgraded our plan for more GB. My damnable kids keep using up all the GBs. Anyway, then the modem decided to crap itself somewhat. Telstra couldn't help because it wasn't a Telstra modem. Mr Bingells had to buy a new modem. Mr Bingells was in a state of Irked. Me, I was in a state of Slightly Irked because I spent a while on the telephone with a techie, and got sent a text that invited me to visit their website for more information. This not only defies logic, it thumbs its nose and laughs at it. Hell, it bends it over the desk and rogers it severely (can I still say that, Blogger?). You know why? Of course you do. But if you're the gronk who sent me the text, let me type this slowly for you: if I could access the website to get more information, I wouldn't have been ringing in the first place, would I?
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