FIGURATIVELY BLEEPING

Speaking of bleeping: I’m a writer who delights in wordplay; far be it from me to fart around with gratuitous profanity. You may say I’m passé, but the writers I count among my favs are witty, not vulgar…. which isn’t to say that innuendo goes out the window when it floats my boat, so to speak. I’m simply more on board riding with a dry wit than with a vulgar boatman.

But right now, I’m about to cuss up a storm because WordPress is still messing with me (and many others, no doubt), as I find myself back in block editor (from classic) every time I go to start a new post, or resume writing a post (such as this one) which I’d started the day before. So pardon me for tripping out while I have a bleeping fit: *#@*#*%*#@*@!!!!!!! Aaaaargh!

I don’t know what more I can say along these lines….so I’ll turn to a few of those witty writers to put in their true sense worth:

“In certain trying circumstances, urgent circumstances, desperate circumstances, profanity furnishes a relief denied even to prayer.” –Mark Twain

“The average man has a vocabulary of 10,000 words — until he misses the nail and hammers his thumb.” –Evan Esar

“Swearing was invented as a compromise between running away and fighting.” —Finley Peter Dunne

“American professional athletes are bilingual: they speak English and profanity.” –Gordie Howe

“Sacrilege or not, I want to crap.” –Aristophanes

Now there’s a man after my own….heart. I’ve had about enough of this crap for a while, so I’m going to take a posting break for a week or two….or until I find a way to block “block” from screwing with me at every turn.