I’m not picking any favourites this week. Instead, I want to share my thoughts on some of the contents of the 47 pages I read. So saddle up for this ride.
The subject of breakfast can be pretty contentious. Some people could eat breakfast morning, noon and night.. but I am not one of those people. I just prefer lunch foods. My dining companion, unfortunately, is all about breakfast. But now I get to throw the dictionary down in a glorious over-dramatic mic drop fashion… because breakfast is defined as the first meal of the day. That’s it. Once you’ve eaten, you can’t go back. You can’t re-break the fast of the night. There is only one breakfast per day. Down with the all-day breakfast! No more shall we have pancakes at 6 pm! No eggs for lunch! No bacon… wait, actually, yes. Bacon all the time. (There’s always an exception.)
Also of importance is that the slang version of breakfast is spelled brekkie. I really thought it would be breaky.
Now I gotta talk dinosaur for a moment. Dinosaurs in general are just awesome. I probably wouldn’t think that if I existed back in their day or found myself cowering under the counter while raptors prowled the premises. I never thought the brontosaurus was the most awesome of the dinosaurs (I’ve always wanted to physically be able to fly so of course I’m a pterodactyl kinda gal. I know… I’ll never be able to fly.) but! Brontosaurus comes from Latin, bronte meaning thunder and sauros meaning lizard, so put it all together and you got one brobdingnagian THUNDER LIZARD! Oh yeah. That sounds pretty damn cool.
Oh, are you wondering about brobdingnagian? Yeah that means gigantic, colossal. It’s a bit of a mouthful.
But let’s not dwell on that. There are more important things ahead! As in the definition for brunette is a woman with dark brown hair. What about the men!? Naturally, there can be no dark brown-haired men in the world if the dictionary hasn’t allowed for it. I kid. I’ve noticed a huge gap in words that are designated for women or men only, despite that there are aren’t just bat boys, but also bat girls even though only bat boy exists in the dictionary or how a ballerina is defined as a female ballet dancer, but the men have no distinctive title and must exist under the non specific title of ballet dancer. There’s a bigger can of worms to be opened here, but this is as far as I’ll go… today.
Okay, actually just one last delve into this topic. Bombshell.
- An overwhelming surprise or disappointment
- An artillery bomb
- An attractive woman
What do these three things have in common? Really. You tell me. An attractive woman is a disappointment? Or it’s surprising to find a really attractive woman? Or when you see an attractive woman, you’ll be bombed which will at first be a surprise and then, of course, be quite the disappointment.
I do find it pretty interesting how words gain multiple meanings.
But now, I’ll wrap things up with some fun stuff. Like the phrase ‘go bush’ meaning leave one’s usual surroundings; run wild. And I like that. But then again, I always have a romantic notion of running wild and being free so of course I’d like this one. I’ve also finished up with the B section and am now in the Cs. So here’s my first C word that I like: cahoots. It just sounds so cute. Well, the cute way of saying in collusion. Which is a lot less cute. But when you pull out ‘cahoots’ you can only really use it to describe the neighbourhood kids planning an elaborate plan to retrieve an autographed ball from the yard of a terrifying beast of a dog.
I also like canoodle (kiss and cuddle amorously)…. both the word and the doing.
What I don’t like, at least the idea of, is cantharides. Which I just learned about. This is a preparation made from dried bodies of a particular type of beetle, causing blistering of the skin and formerly used in medicine and sometimes taken as an aphrodisiac. I think I just heard you all say WTF right along with me. Perhaps this is where S&M began. No, don’t think about that. Don’t think about it! This is kind of like when you think of stuff like the first person who thought jumping out of a plane was a good idea or the first person to risk a heart transplant. Potentially fatal, but someone had to do it right? Hopefully the blister beetle lessons have been learned.
Anyways, that wraps up week thirteen. The good news is that I haven’t fallen further behind. This was my most successful week and I managed to make a few pages of a comeback. Which was actually disheartening because I buckled down and put in a lot of time this week and though I read almost 50 pages, I only came out of the hole by about 15. In other (probably not) interesting news… I have read 230 pages altogether and I am also behind by 230 pages. So. There’s that.
Week Thirteen Stats
Starting Word: Break dancing Ending Word: Cargo Cult
Total Pages 230/1815 Ahead/Behind: – 230