Ladies and Gentlemen, dear readers all, I hope none of you are of a sensitive disposition. Why? Because This blog is R-Rated!
It’s true. And here is the certification:
Why, you might be asking, am I considered to be suitable only for mature readers? Is it because I have written graphic sexual descriptions? No, because I haven’t. Is it because I have called for violence on the streets of the world’s cities? Again, no, because I haven’t. Why, then, have I earned the R rating?
Because apparently the entire Starlingford blog contains the word ‘murder’ three times, ‘death’ twice, and … wait for it … ‘limbs’ once.
Limbs! I ask you. I don’t think we’re talking dismemberment here. This sounds rather more like Victorian prudishness taken to the nth degree, you know, the type of mentality that covers table legs to prevent lascivious thoughts arising in regard to turned wood. Part of me would like to take the analysis software used to come up with this pigswill to Pompeii, strap it down in front of the walls of the Lupinarium there, and explain why that kind of imagery requires due caution. Instead, I think I’ve been caught out by the contents of Geoffrey Fox’s speech in my previous entry. And he was speaking in condemnation. Once again, computers are foiled by context.
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Today’s calming moment of Zen: