catching up...with george carlin

i've just had had a 'wow' moment... a bit embarrasing to admit... but i didn't really clock til now that George Denis Patrick Carlin died on June 22, 2008 of heart failure. (read in post of a fellow oxford flickrite)

sometimes i'm waaaay too caught up in my own world.

i used to listen to george carlin as a kid, and think, holy shit, how can he get away with saying all that!?! (the same way i felt as a 12 year old listening to roger daltrey belt out "who the fuck are you" on Who Are You, the 1st album i purchased with my paper-route savings)

so while they operate within a certain ferocious but limited plane, i figure his words of wisdom bear repeating:

Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, and Tits. Those are the heavy seven. Those are the ones that'll infect your soul, curve your spine and keep the country from winning the war.
– George Carlin, Class Clown, "Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television"

otherwise on my mind:

twitter... is like blogging for cheaters, or really busy people.
you've got to use tinyurl to get any real links in.
and it's unforgiving if you mess up any html.
and it's funny how people will follow you for apparently no reason.
unlike everywhere else in the world where they expect something in return.

delicious is also sort of a blog, but without all the rambling blah blah blah text.
"just the links, ma'am."