Hate cuss words? Avert thine eyes! (What are you doing reading this blog, though, I'd be interested to know. Oh right. You already looked away. I'm just holding a conversation with myself. Ladeeda... George Carlin is one of my heroes: hilarious, self-deprecating, edgy without being bitter, envelope-pushing without resorting to valueless shock, remarkably poetic, a dancer with dirty words, and, of course, in possession of an amazing voice I could listen to all day. He's also dead. Goddamnit. Carlin passed away a year ago yesterday. Yesterday was a Sunday, so we're celebrating today... with 7…