I just tried to leave my daily comment on Musings of a Semi-Coherent Mind, and this is what I ran into:
Your request to URL "http://nancypearlwannabe.com/blog/?p=625" has been blocked by the Webwasher Real-Time Classifier. The page was classified as sexual, erotic or adult content (70% probability overall) which is not allowed by your administrator at this time.
What's going on over there, NPW? And if you're going for erotic, why not go all the way instead of this 70% crap? Because I'm honestly not the least bit aroused. Confused, maybe, but definitely not aroused.
It seems every day my work computer loses some valuable capability as a result of the damn Content Nazis. Along with apparently being blocked from leaving comments for my second-favorite librarian (Sorry Dubs, it'll be tough to unseat Mom from the top spot), I can't italicize or do crosswords, maps don't load on Mapquest, most music sites are off-limits, and I have to wait until I get home to get my fix of bestiality and amputee porn. Exactly which freedoms are our soldiers dying for if I can't get amputee porn or read the smut on NPW's blog while at work? Tell me that, patriotic Republican war-mongers!
Sorry about that. 180-degree turn coming up, although it will probably be no less offensive for some, but that's the mood I'm in.
I was just walking down the hall behind two ladies, one of whom was complaining about her knees. The other one said, "That's probably your joints telling you it's gonna rain."
I wanted to say, "No, that's your joints telling you you're fat." I didn't, though, because sometimes the truth is considered rude, and I like to pretend I'm a nice person.
But she was fat. No doubt her knees were complaining a bit.
And that, dear internet friends who may or may not be fabrications, is my 100th post. I've been writing it in my head for the past month or so, and it was going to be a sappy look back at the evolution of my still-nascent blogging career and an acknowledgement of those of you who have influenced me with your writing and been kind enough to read mine. I may still write such a post, but it'll have to be in commemoration of some other random number.
This time, my blog centennial will just be celebrated by these profane rantings of an asshole.
God bless America.