Today’s word comes from the Urban Dictionary. I picked it because I thought it was pretty funny.
Child supervision, my fellow wordphiliacs is when an older person, especially a parent, needs a tech-savvy kid to help him/her with computers or other electronic devices. Let’s see child supervision in a sentence:
“Jimmy, could you send your kid over to help me with my facebook? I’m afraid I might get a virus without some child supervision.”
Are you a spelunker? Yes? No? Maybe, if you knew what one was? Don’t worry being a spelunker is all that bad. Although it does sound like the nickname the kid in third grade, who nobody wants to sit by, would have. In fact, some people think it’s the only way to be. Me, myself, I’ll pass. A spelunker, my fellow wordphiliacs is a person who explores caves, especially as a hobby.
I love Starbucks’ coffee fraps. And when I say love, that is not an exaggeration. You could probably inveigle me into almost anything if you had one of those cool, sweet, coffee treats. Helping you move, babysitting your eight kids, or driving the get away car just doesn’t seem like a bad idea when a coffee frappucino is involved.
Inveigle, if you don’t know,means to entice or persuade by guile.
I do a bit of woolgathering. Ok, a lot a bit of woolgathering. Hey, I’m an only child. And sometimes all I had was my woolgathering to keep me entertained. My woolgathering could take me anywhere, even out of this galaxy or back in time. My woolgathering made me princess, ninja, and a pony.
Woolgathering my fellow wordphiliacs is indulgence in idle imagination or a foolish pursuit. You should try it sometimes.
I am reading “The Great Train Robbery” by Michael Chrichton. Normally I would not read this kind of book. It just didn’t appeal to me on any level. But I’ve joined a book club and this is this month’s selection and so I unenthusiastically started this book. And you know what? It’s a pretty good book so far. I have a hard time putting it down actually.
Not only can Mr. Chrichton weave a story like nobody’s business but he peppers it with rich words. I’ve had to reach for my dictionary a few times with this one and I loved every minute of it.
I came across the word gammon several times and not wanting to break the flow of my reading (I was at a really, really, really good part) I took my best guess and kept on reading.
Turns out gammon is meat cut from the thigh of a hog and it is usually smoked. Needless to say I was way off.
Naturally the wordphiliac in me began to make a connection between the word gammon and another word (the hint is in the picture posted above). Can guess what it is?
Oh, and one more question, did anybody miss me?
What? Why are you looking at that picture like that? What’s wrong with being a little interspecific? The above picture is an artist’s creative vision of an interspecific animal. A dog and human to be exact. Personally looks more like a pig to me.
Interspecific, my fellow wordphiliacs, means being of two species.
They say to go withershins is unlucky. I’m not one to believe in bad luck or good luck but whenever I do go withershins it just doesn’t feel right and I always what to turn around and go the other way. I’m guessing everyone else feels this way to since most everything is designed to go clockwise. If you haven’t guessed yet, withershins means in a direction contrary to the sun’s course or counter-clockwise.
A long time ago I was having a conversation with someone who shall remain nameless (but who I know reads this blog) and I said that there had been an implosion of something or another. I can’t quite recall the conversation, like I said it was a long time ago.
This person stopped me mid-sentence to tell me that implosion was not a word. I’m sure you know as well as I, that implosion is in fact a word which means the opposite of explosion. When something implodes it collapses inwards instead of pushing outward. So that day, I won two things. One, the argument about whether or not the word implosion is in fact a word. Two, the ability to get away with using words questionably- all I have to do is bring up the argument about implosion and I get to use words all willy nilly.
I say all this because the day’s word reminded me of the “implosion incident” since supplosion rhymes with implosion and there just aren’t that many ‘plosion words and all. Supplosion, my fellow wordphiliacs, is stomping your feet in disapproval.
Would you look a that, there’s an actual word for it.
You want to lick the screen don’t you? Are these not the most sapid looking sugary treats you have ever seen? Yum. Sapid, my fellow wordphiliacs, means tasty, flavorful.
I don’t know where that man is taking that woman. Hopefully, they’re just acting. One thing is for sure, wherever they are going she won’t be doing much talking (which is something I’ve never been accused of). Nope, I never been a taciturn person. But since silence is golden and a virtue, I might try it out sometime.
Taciturn, my fellow wordphiliacs, is to be reserved in speech, saying little, or uncommunicative.
