The best part of this post is likely to be the title.
Yesterday saw my next-door neighbour begin yelling at ten am. There was a lull at three-thirty (just in time for me to leave for work) then it began again. I have no idea what she was yelling (it wasn't in English), but it was loud enough that I could hear her from the far side of my house, with all of the doors and windows shut. She could stay at home and be the town crier for the next three suburbs. I don't know how her voice stands up.
The kids would yell out, occasionally cry (thankfully, it sounded a bit I'm-crying-to-get-your-attention-again to me), then she would yell some more. There have been times where the kids have sounded dreadful, and I've been over to see if everything is okay. Looks like another trip might be in order, although silence seems to be reigning today.
It's such a delight to see adults restraining themselves oh-so-admirably.
Bring back our Cook Islanders, who partied every weekend but sang and played guitar themselves. It was lovely to hear them, and very rarely was there a cross word. Loud occasionally, but they were all nice to each other and we could hear that in their voices. There was also the occasional interesting herbal smoke drifting over the fence; just too far away for passive smoking jollies. Dang it.
Yesterday I got asked about an expression from the Simpsons meaning bullshit that I'd obviously gone on about before. Bull plop! It was bull plop! Don't you just love the plosives in that? So much better than bullshit for general use, I think.
I also like horseshit - I generally use that one for description or judgement on a description of an event or someone's actions (as in, "it sounds like horseshit to me"). There's also some nice resonance (if only in my head) with Hayward finding petrified horseshit (ahem, a horse apple - what a wonderful term) in The Shawshank Redemption when they're all digging for Andy's chess set.
So nice to have hierarchical (and non-heretical) swearing.
