letter from mars

On somebody's keyboard. Aint mine. I have to teach the spell-checker that 'aint' is a real word all over again. Isn't it odd that in this day and age we still have to pretend not to use modern usages? The only new advent in any language is born from slang and it strikes me as deeply immoral that the moralists are deciding to be the taste-makers for something that should transcend 'taste.'
Is the world a better place when folks are dis-allowed from using the words that get ideas across with a great deal of ease?
Anyhoo: A self-deprecating bastardization of the word: anyhow. People are already shy enough when it comes to exercising their natural-born freedom of speech rights that it seems (to me) to be nothing more than pifflery that drops onto our heads when...
We DO NOT NEED a censorship board.
It is a short-cut that reduces people's right to choose. If Joan-of-Arc were to be seen sucking off a choir-boy then I'm sure that the community would see to it that that episode of SNL didn't air until at least 11pm...
This is not my computer.

A Public Service Announcement from the resident Cybertard

The laptop that I usually type on is having difficulties.
If I knew how to fix it myself then I'd be a better man. I feel like a lonely termite chewing a mindless network of tunnels through a dictionary printed in Greek.
Without help from a tech-savvy pal or a beam of insight gained from my desperate fumbling about I will be without an internet connection. No more blogging...