From the website:
Cursebird is the real-time feed of people swearing on Twitter.
Several months ago I was chatting with an online "former friend" and was encouraged to join Twitter . He was offended when I told him "Thanks, but no thanks" mainly because of the language and that it seems to be for the "younger crowd" and that I didn't care for the immature posters and inane posts. He closed the chat window but not before he had cursed at me and said I was a "behind-the-times old &*^%#*&!". I bet he leads the Cursebird League if he's that thin-skinned and foul-mouthed. He's certainly one of those I was talking about, the "Twits who Twitter".
Sure, I've been known to have a potty-mouth at times, but it's almost always to accentuate my point or to show someone just how angry I am. I'm with the general consensus that excessive swearing is a sign of a limited vocabulary.
DO NOT GO TO THE SITE if you're offended by rude language!!!
I've got some cursing parrot jokes, but will leave them out.
March 15, 2009
Cursebird
March 14, 2009
esoteric
From this blog's Word of the Day feed:
esoteric \es-uh-TER-ik\, adjective:
1. understood by or meant for only the select few who have special knowledge or interest; recondite
2. belonging to the select few
3. private; secret; confidential
4. (of a philosophical doctrine or the like) intended to be revealed only to the initiates of a group
For better or worse, that pretty much describes this blog.
Feathered Fried Fortune
This fortune is funny on several levels. I eat chicken several times a week and in fact, had it yesterday for lunch AND supper. There's a few pieces left over, so I'll probably have it again for my late lunch today.
Maybe this fortune is warning me that if I eat much more chicken I'll start sprouting pinfeathers.
It's certainly not fortunate to be a chicken when I'm around.
Ride the Chicken Train
Senior Citizen Humor
From the email archives:
Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting.
Well, for example, the other day my wife and I went into town and went into a shop. We were only in there for about 5 minutes. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. We went up to him and said,
'Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?'
He ignored us and continued writing the ticket. I called him a Nazi. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires. So my wife called him a dumbass. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.
Personally, we didn't care. We came into town by bus. We try to have a little fun each day now that we're retired. It's important at our age.
March 13, 2009
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