Dead Zone

I don't really feel like talking about much.  I'm in a dead zone in anticipation of the anniversary.  I'm lacking all emotion, shut down to the purely logical self who only reacts when necessary. 

That being the case, let's focus on things that make me crazy (other than my husband, my dead father, my life as I currently live it).  Issue number one:  Please, America, please stop using the word "fricking" and "frigging."  I hate to be indelicate, but if you find yourself so drawn to a variant of the word "fucking," please just use the real word.  

Issue number two:  Stop using the word "awesome."  

I can't tell you how incredibly annoying it is to hear these words constantly coming out of America's collective mouth.  Pick some new words, folks.  And while you're at it, use the correct definition of said new word.  "Awesome" means inspiring awe and showing or inspiring awe. 

This works out well.  I get to be cranky without working up any real sturm und drang. The last time I heard someone on television use the word "frigging," I seriously considered going out to my local gun store, purchasing a side arm and committing an Elvis.  (Gun stores here stay open 24 hours a day because I live in a state that's just barely domesticated.)  I ulitimately decided that shooting the television just lets the "frigging/fricking&q uot; people win. 

If we're so unhappy with the state of education in this country, why don't we all get a copy of Roget's Thesaurus and come up with some inspiring new words to bandy about?  At least the children would have some passing familiarity with other word choices.   Shift the mind out of neutral and engage those brain cells before they die from neglect.

America held hostage day 1725

Bushism of the day:

"This morning my administration released the budget numbers for fiscal 2006. These budget numbers are not just estimates; these are the actual results for the fiscal year that ended February the 30th."—Referring to the fiscal year that ended on Sept. 30, Washington, D.C., Oct. 11, 2006.

Well, what the hell.  I might as well keep track.