kirktastic

I’m finally getting around to watch Fuck, the documentary about the word fuck. What is fucked about it is there’s a fucking scratch on the DVD in the beginning so I missed some of it. There’s a little learning in between a bunch of people talking about the word fuck. It is balanced so there are conservatives — like Pat Boon and Dennis Prager — talking about we’re all going to hell because society allows people to say fuck. And it is so lower class and base. And they seem so fucking out there. It is a word. Of course, someone had said that if you don’t have freak out of get offended by profanity, then the word doesn’t mean anything. I mean, what other word can be so versatile? Fuck you, you fucking fucker!

If you can’t say fuck, then you can’t say “fuck the government.”

The other day on the way home from work I heard Mark Ronson’s cover of Stop Me, the perennial Smiths song. But I really liked the Kaiser Chiefs Oh My God with Lily Allen doing the vocals. And I’m in love with the cartoon version of Lily Allen. I haven’t had it this bad since Judy Jetson. And the horn section on most of the songs is pretty fucking funky.