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Date: Apr 04, 2007
Time: 21:40
Place: The f-bomb shelter

Several years back, MAD TV did a skit about the Pax Network (a stridently family friendly enterprise) showing the Sopranos. They'd start bleeping every third word, and they cut away as soon as Big Pussy walks in the door. The announcer comes on and says, "Join us tomorrow between 9:00 and 9:04 for the next episode of the 'Sopranos' on PAX. "

I just flipped past A&E showing the "Sopranos" and the effect was not that much different. I'm sure there is some word like "sibilant" for "s" sound and "percussive" for the "p" sound that applies to the letter "f". The utterer must force upper teeth against lower lip so there is a strong visual indication of what the person is saying. The short "u" requires a distinctive drop of the jaw. The point here is that one can amuse oneself by counting the bleeped f-bombs and the bowdlerizations that are substituted. They're fond of "freakin'".

At work, we like to parody the network TV version of "Glengary Glen Ross" by ginning up pointless arguments and then yelling "Forget you!".

Battlestar Galactica liberally sprinkles "frak" throughout the dialogue. For those readers of this blog who've linked to Nina Gordon's cover of NWA's "Straight Outta Compton" and share my dismay at the closer of BSG, can you imagine if that was the song the unwitting Cylons heard in the ship's walls? ... An AK47 is a tool, don't make me play the mother-frakkin fool ...