Not long ago, NY Daily News gossipist Lloyd Grove decreed his column a Paris Hilton-free zone, announcing that only if “she discovers a cure for cancer, wins the Nobel Peace Prize, launches herself into outer space – or even gets her high-school diploma” would the shark-jumping heiress appear again by name. Well, I’ve been guilty of a similar sin in 2004, and I hereby pledge to go cold turkey on the word “blog” for, oh, at least the next 72 hours. Today, there’s news that dictionary publisher Merriam-Webster named “blog” the “Word of the Year,” and that just feels like the last fucking straw. It’s time for at least a temporary autokibosh. There. Hear that? The sound of the b, l, o, and g keys on my key**ard hittin* the **tt*m *f the trash can here in my *ffice. F*r a few days, anyway. Link