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Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
camwynApparently Francesco Marciuliano's dad is the real-world equivalent of my version of Adrian Shephard. From the Sally Forth writer's vacation blog post at Medium Large:
"I’ve decided to use part of my vacation in Portugal to help curb my dad’s relentless cursing. (Mostly out of self-serving needs since now that I’m around him every day it’s driving me nuts.) The problem is my dad doesn’t just curse when he’s angry. He curses when he’s in need of a noun, adjective, adverb, punctuation, or pluperfect. The result is like newspeak if “1984” took place in Bensonhurst. Unfortunately, I hit my first obstacle when my dad insisted that “shit” is not a curse. Then I hit my second obstacle when he insisted that “fuck” is not a curse. I’m not quite certain what my dad thinks is a curse but perhaps one day when someone utters the word “emu” on a crowded train platform my dad will turn ghostly white, flutter a hand in front of his Adam’s apple and gasp, “Please! There are children present!”
"I’ve decided to use part of my vacation in Portugal to help curb my dad’s relentless cursing. (Mostly out of self-serving needs since now that I’m around him every day it’s driving me nuts.) The problem is my dad doesn’t just curse when he’s angry. He curses when he’s in need of a noun, adjective, adverb, punctuation, or pluperfect. The result is like newspeak if “1984” took place in Bensonhurst. Unfortunately, I hit my first obstacle when my dad insisted that “shit” is not a curse. Then I hit my second obstacle when he insisted that “fuck” is not a curse. I’m not quite certain what my dad thinks is a curse but perhaps one day when someone utters the word “emu” on a crowded train platform my dad will turn ghostly white, flutter a hand in front of his Adam’s apple and gasp, “Please! There are children present!”
