What's wrong with this meter?

I found this meter on my friend 3T's blog, so I decided to check it out. She had this Cuss-O-Meter on her blog that showed an 18.2 percent swear rate on her blog, with the needle just about reaching the red. So, being the perverse fuck I am, I figured I needed to rate my blog. At times I pride myself on being a foul-mouthed son of a bitch, capable of swearing enough to make sailors, marines and every other branch of the military blush.

But when I tested my blog I Only got a 10.8 percent cuss rate.

There was some small consolation though. After testing the site, I was informed that this blog does have contain more cussing than 20 percent of the sites that took the rating test.

Fuckin' A! I'll take anything I can get. But I think I need to post more often and use a little more colorful language!

And if you don't agree, well, who the fuck cares!

Maybe I need to start blogging about the weather here in Western Oregon this so-called spring. That's enough to make me swear a blue streak. Brrrr-fucking-rrrrr!


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The Palm Springs accent

I was born in Nebraska and lived there until I was about a month shy of my 8th birthday. Then I lived in Oregon (pronounced Or-ee-GUN for those of you from points east) until I was 29. Since then I've lived in California, which is not pronounced Kal-LEE-for-nee-a by anyone but body builder-turned-actor-turned-governor Arnold Schwarzenegger.

I have always assumed that my Midwest roots have had a profound effect on me, that being my formative years and all. But according to this quiz I took (completely scientific I'm sure) the Midwest has been largely battered out of me, or my speech anyway.

I guess I've been Californicated, or something, somewhere along the way. Oh well, that's no big shock. I'm too impressionable with dialects. One time in college I traveled with a friend back to his home state of Texas and spent about a week there. Within a few days I was saying y'all and speaking with a twang. My friend through I was making fun of his fellow Texans (he did not speak with a twang, the legacy of being a military brat I think). I wasn't I was merely an accent susceptible dufus.

So, without further ado, here are the results of my linguistic quiz stolen from Dave Morris.

Your Linguistic Profile:

75% General American English

10% Upper Midwestern

10% Yankee

5% Dixie

0% Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

Language

Accents

We can do better people

The following was posted by Hoss over at Old Horsetail Snake:

Somebody tipped me to a site that lists the frequency of use of 86,000 words on the Internet. "The" is No. 1. "Fucking" is No. 3048. Which means there are 82,952 less important things than fucking. But 3,047 things MORE important? Not likely. (This site is G rated. The paragraph above is for educational purposes only, and any Government Agency seeking to deny Ol' Hoss clearance can go to Hades. I didn't say "Hell," because that's a dirty word. And while you're in Hades, go fuck yourself.)

Come on people, we can do better than that. Let's get out there and fuck up the Internet. Fuck it up! Fuck it up. Let's get the fuck on top!

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And now for something completely different.

I was reading a blog site tonight by a blogger who has decided to hang it up. I'm not sure why, but it sounded like people were getting a bit personal in their comments to the blogger. Which is such a shame. And it got me thinking of this saying that we used to have hanging up in the dark room of the college newspaper office. I used to love the saying. I haven't thought about it in years, but I think I need to resurrect it into my life. The saying is:

Illegitimi Non Carborundum

Here's a link that explains the origin of the phrase.

I have often thought about getting a tattoo, but wrote it off long ago because I could never think of anything I would want permanently emblazoned on my skin. But this might just be the tattoo phrase. Those are indeed words to live by (particularly if fucking is down around No. 3,000 on your personal hit parade).

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