Ok, I can't spell it. But it's official: I am heading to the land of the place where people can spell "cincinati." I admittedly cannot, but it does not dim the halo of intelligentsia hovering about my incongruous head. Genius is as genius does.
So, Saturday marks the day of my impending cross-state drive to embark on what will hopefully be a fiscally rewarding venture. Adventure. Melissa promises that if I bring my blender, she'll put it to good use. Me like-y!
Which brings me to a point of consternation. I must give up the closely-guarded secret of who has been chosen weeener of my goofy word contest. However, before I can render up a winner, I must give WWII Guy a chance to join the fun. But he must hurry! Time is (gratuitously) running out.
Ever and anon,
-L.
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One for you, two for me!
A Question to Remember
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore -
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over -
Like a syrupy sweet?
-Langston Hughes
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore -
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over -
Like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
Like a heavy load.Or does it explode?
-Langston Hughes
14 comments:
Okay, I managed to come up with the definitions of the words:
Pendulous--well, you probably know the most popular definition has something to do with an equally balanced swinging action or something along those lines. But no kidding, there is actually a second lesser used meaning of the word that refers to a state of being evil and conniving on a grand scale. An aura of evil that is more than just a bad everyday person. Examples of "pendulous" villains would be the likes of the James Bond villains, Hitler, or Pinky and the Brain, if you are familiar with that cartoon.
Bulbous--one of the 14th or 15th century explorers by the last name of Balboa--not sure if he was French, British, Spanish, Portugese or what--but he was in competition with the likes of Columbus and Magellan...anyway, this Balboa fella coined this word when it became evident that the earth was round and not flat. He attempted to call what we call Earth, "Bulbous". Thankfully it didn't stick, otherwise when aliens come from other systems, we'd have to say with a bit of embarrassment that we come from the planet "Bulbous". Not a very cool name for a planet. Also, it is an outdated term for what we now call a globe.
Refrain--well, since I'll bet nobody knows this, not even Miss Vocab Queen herself, I'm just going with one of the true definitions straight out of the dictionary....besides a musical term, for some reason, it is also what people in the construction field call the little pieces of foam that are sometimes embedded in the ceiling drywall as a texture-decoration. I don't know how that stuff came to be called refrain.
Titan--Okay, since all I know about this word is it means something big, this is the one word I'm going to BS on....it's a character from some ancient nation's mythology.
Okay, there you have it--my entries into the contest....I hope it's a really really really good prize :)
Yay - you played!! Thank you, WWII Guy! Definitely proud to add your entries to my list. Three of your definitions were new to me (obviously). You are most definitely a history buff. The fourth left something to be desired - detail! What ancient nation? Ah, well, nevermind. Melly has that one (titan) in the bag, anyway. Your definitions were great. :) I'm happy! I feel so....validated.
Hope the new tone in your post means the previous gloom is fading away...
:)
It is my (new found) purpose in life to validate you, Laura, even though I've never talked to you or met you in person. My life is so full of meaning and fulfillment now--how I ever managed to go on before this time, I'll never know :)
WWii Guy, I love your sense of humor. Just keep floating it my way. It brings a glimmer of light into my otherwise dark existence (sarcasm fits me well, too, as you see!)
DCvR, to quote a favorite line from a favorite movie: "When life hands you lemons, make lemonade. Well, life has just handed me a big pile of shit. What should I make? Shit salad?" But, with genius comes sacrifice, primarily in the joy department. C'est la vie.
Shit salad....think I tried that once at an all-you-can eat buffet. Just add lots of Bleu Cheese dressing and other salad sides to it and it tastes like......chicken. Ahhh, all-you-can-eat buffets....glllllaaaaahhh (said in Homer Simpson voice with drooling mouth syndrome)....
anything tastes good with bleu cheese dressing.
i liked that simpson's prop, Shan. Now I realize who it is you remind me of ;)
Right, today you can throw all the sarcasm at me, I can handle anything today.
My boss is going to win a Nobel Prize, so today anything goes.
For what? He invented a new drink: tonic water. What? Already been invented? But this is different, it’s on the rocks with a twist of lemon! And that jerk was serious!!!
If I can handle this without shooting him, I can handle anything!
Sorry, this true story was supposed to cheer you up.
I guess I am just no good at it...
wha?
tonic water on the rocks with a twist of lemon is nobel prize worthy?
wow, I guess I've been setting my standards a bit too high all this time. go figure.
it isn't Melissa? gosh, who is going to break that to him...
:)
DCvR, maybe you should politely suggest to your employer that he/she look into the effects of utilizing the tonic (along with a little vodka and lime) as a between-suicide-bombings soother. Perhaps THAT would be Nobel-worthy. Just a thought.
Oh, the drama! You people should have been living my life the past two weeks. Melis, MAJOR developments today. However, I must say, I am handling everything with a strong committment to excellence: calm pervades. NO blood, no bodies. Yet. Amazingly. But to get to an issue I know you are all chomping at the bit about...I will be issuing the Final Decision within Two Days. Count on it (just don't count the days.)
Love you all! smooch
Oh, and WWii Guy, I now know what to do with all those Old Country Buffet gift certificates I've been hanging onto for the ever-threatening day when I might run out of toilet paper. I can give them to you!
smooch to you, too.
:)
My “boss” is not my employer. The guy is just my hierarchical superior. The guy I report to, whenever there is no way of going around him, that is... He is not likely to be persuaded to commit suicide. And unfortunately there are some issues that prevent me from “committing suicide” to him.
Keep your chin up.
:)
Oh, gosh, I meant IRAQI suicide bombers. Hm...my communication skills leave something to be - wait, I can't say it. Let's just say there was a misunderstanding.
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