I spent long enough playing with yesterday’s Google logo when it came up — just screwing around, initially; then attempting to see, like, how much you could mess up one letter without moving the balls in the other letters — that I forgot what I had opened the page to search for, and in my head I let loose a silent “F---!”
And that reminded me of a couple of recent items I’ve been meaning to share:
• Cee-Lo Green’s “F--- You” [3:54]
The official video for the song has come out since I first bookmarked it, so that’s for that, although the original placeholder has its own charm.
• Rachel Bloom’s “F--- Me, Ray Bradbury” [2:40]
Her object of affection is described rhymingly as “the greatest sci-fi writer in history” and he celebrated his 90th birthday a couple of weeks ago. While the lyrics are crude, in the sense of not particularly inventive as well as scatological, the song definitely has its moments.
I’m not big on swearing. But I curse a whole heck of a lot more today than I did as a young man, for a variety of reasons. And as I’ve said before, I see the appeal and I’m perfectly willing to laugh at filthy dialogue or comedy routines if they’re funny.
