I'm having a moral dilemma. I have been trying to decide what kind of standards am I going to have on this blog. I would like to think that I could write a fine blog without any foul language or cheap shots. I don't think it would really be a problem. I don't use much bad language in general conversations, and use it even less when I'm writing. On the other hand, I already used bad language in the alien ray gun story. I'm not shocked by occasional profanity. I think my husband must have been a sailor in a previous life.

What I'm torn about is how negative I should get about other people, especially people I know. Writing that I think GW Bush is a dimwit doesn't bother me, but I wouldn't want to call one of my neighbors or co-workers a dimwit. Censering my writing would really cramp my style, because I know a real wacky bunch of people, but I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings. I could write whatever I wanted if this was just a computer journal, and not broadcast all over the planet. A blog is more like computer graffiti, right there in the open for anyone to read. I don't want to write anything about somebody that I wouldn't say to their face. I think I'll have two standards, a strict set for people I know and interact with, and a looser set to use with basically everybody else in the world.

One thing that started my moral dilemma was a saying my husband uses. Instead of saying somebody is wasted or shit-faced or even fucked up, he says they are fucked up like a can of worms. I know what you're wondering. Just exactly how fucked up does a can of worms get? How can you tell when worms get fucked up, do they have trouble wriggling in a straight line? I have never understood that expression. I finally asked him where he got it from, and he said from a neighbor down the street, who could be a blog entry all his own, except he comes under the strict rules, so Mum's the word. When I was thinking about writing this, I actually thought about bleeping out those curse words. Writing sh#t-faced or someting like that. Then I decided language-wise, I'm just going to call it like I see it. If I see something that's fucked up, I'll let you know.