Brought to you in part today, by too much coffee, a love of words, and a desire not to do laundry . . .
Do you have a favorite word?
I love words, most words. I could never choose a favorite, but there are some words that always come to mind – ONE of my favorites . . .
Now I must find another word to amuse myself with, the laundry isn’t going anywhere . . .
Terrific is one of those words, you know, the ones we use every day, often not even knowing what they were originally used for. I didn’t always know, but I’ve been keeping a list since I was a kid. I would read dictionaries in my free time, weird? Say’s you, or maybe the person next to you. Whatever, I still do it. So did David Bowie, he was quoted as saying, “Don’t you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything.” and it kind of is.
It might not really mean what you thought it meant, unless you thought it meant what it means, in that case, it meant what you were thinking . . . But if you were thinking it meant something it didn’t actually mean, now you know what to think – wait, I’ve confused myself. No, never mind. I’m good. I think.