Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Wednesday Word: Lugubrious

lugubrious |ləˈg(y)oōbrēəs|adjectivelooking or sounding sad and dismal. See note at glum .DERIVATIVESlugubriously adverblugubriousness nounORIGIN early 17th cent.: from Latin lugubris (fromlugere ‘mourn’ ) + -ous .

This word is a mouthful, you can roll it around on your tongue like a hard candy. I'd use it in conversation, but nobody would know what I'm saying.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Wednesday Word: Lacuna

lacuna |ləˈk(y)oōnə|noun ( pl. -nae |-nī; -nē| or -nas )an unfilled space or interval; a gap the journal has filled a lacuna in Middle Eastern studies.• a missing portion in a book or manuscript.• Anatomy a cavity or depression, esp. in bone.DERIVATIVESlacunal |ləˈk(y)oōnl| adjectivelacunar|ˈlakyəˌnerē; ləˈk(y)oōnərē| adjectivelacunate |-ˌnāt; -nit; ˈlakyəˌnāt| adjectivelacunose |ˈlakyəˌnōs; -ˌnōz| adjectiveORIGIN mid 17th cent.: from Latin, ‘pool,’ from lacus‘lake.’

I love the sound of this word but it should be the name of an animal from the rainforest--something small, sleek, and furry.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Vintag Monday: Conundrum

I have no idea what's going on here. This could be a photo of a bearded lady, perhaps from a circus sideshow or a Victorian cross-dresser. Or a cross-dresser disguised as a bearded lady.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Wednesday Word: Hornswoggle

hornswoggle |ˈhôrnˌswägəl|verb [ trans. (usu. be hornswoggled) informalget the better of (someone) by cheating or deception :you mean to say you were hornswoggled?
ORIGIN early 19th cent. (originally U.S.): of unknown origin.

Colorful word, but not commonly used, probably because there are so many lively synonyms: hoodwink, bamboozle, flimflam, sucker, and more.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Vintage Monday: Kilt

This laddie is actually in uniform. He probably served in WWI. I hope he made it--he looks so young.

I wonder about the practicality of kilt in the trenches, especially in winter.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Saturday Kilt

Denton shrugged. "Bran can be difficult at times."

She nodded with sympathy. "Men. Can't live with them, can't bury them under the porch. What's the matter? Maybe I can impart you my wisdom."

"Aren't you single?"

"At the moment, but I date. Plenty enough. Trust me, I know men."

Denton opened his mouth, but he immediately realized he couldn't breath a word of Peter or the frog business. Joy knew only so much about Bran's past and talents, and this secret wasn't Denton's to share. So he course-corrected. "What do you think of kilts?"

"On men?"

"Of course."

She grinned. "They are hawt. More than shorts. I'm not sure why. Probably because they make your imagination run wild wondering what's under, and hoping for a stray gust of wind. It must be like in the old times when women were so bundled up a glimpse of an ankle drove men crazy. I bet Gerard Butler in a kilt is ten times sexier than Gerard Butler naked."

Denton hadn't expected such a thorough reply. "You have paid some thought to this before, haven't you?"

(Dead Man and the Army of Frogs)