Archive for Fun with Language

Loving would be easy

I made a really nice vegetable dish the other night. I sautéd onions and added zucchini medallions. I didn’t have any garlic, and I didn’t want to use tomatoes because I used them in the chicken main course.

I thought about it and added frozen corn and strips of prosciutto. I cooked the whole thing for less than ten minutes over very low heat (overcooked zuchinni is a sin).

When I served it, I said “Look at these beautiful colors; red, gold, and green.”

So I named the dish “Karma Chameleon.”

It was yummy. I brought the leftovers for lunch today. I suppose it’s still Karma Chameleon if you use a different green vegetable. I bet it would be great with snap beans. Only trouble is the song gets stuck in my head now.

Official is not an opinion!

There’s a series of radio commercials that I tend to hear whenever I listen for a weather report while getting ready for work. These are Subaru commercial specifically targeted to New York radio. The most recent set points out that more Subarus are sold in New York than any other state. This is obviously because New York is the most populous state that has snowy roads, but the commercials tell me that it’s because New Yorkers are special special people who want special special Subarus.

Whatever.

All of these commercials end as follows: “That’s why, in our opinion, Subaru is the official car of New York.”

And then, each and every morning, my head explodes.

Too active for love?

This morning on the way to work, I was stopped at a red light and saw two vanity plates directly in front of me, side-by-side: TOOACT1V and 1TRULOVE.

It felt like a coded message that I didn’t understand.

Funniest. Commercial. Ever.

Heard on the radio, for some herbal supplement:

Did you know that lack of sleep or insufficient sleep is one of the chief causes of fatigue?

Call for New Words

I was thinking about a new post, and I got stuck on a word.

“Friend.”

Because the person I was going to refer to is not a friend. Neither is he an acquaintance. It seems to me there’s a significant gap between those two words, filled by a vast number, perhaps a majority, of our social relationships.

A friend is an intimate, a confidant. They know some personal stuff, they know you with your proverbial or literal hair down. Obviously, there are degrees of friendship; they won’t all help you bury the bodies, but a friend is someone on the inside.

Acquaintances are people you know, and that’s about that. You’ve been introduced. They’re present or former co-workers, or clients, a friends-of-a-friend, or the real estate agent of your brother-in-law.

But what about everyone else? The people whom you hug when you see them, with whom you keep in touch and occasionally drop a line to, but who don’t know your birthday or your problems. There are many people whom I know, for whom “acquaintance” is too cold, and “friend” is too warm. Often I say “someone I’m friendly with.” They are friendlies. Or something.

Anyway, I want a new word. And here it is: A call for you to nominate new words that you want. What do you say instead of a word you wish really existed? What word do you grope for regularly that simply is not there?

The need for thumbs

So, Arthur likes to grab Mingo’s face. And once again, tonight Mingo was begging at the table, and Arthur grabbed his face. Only this time, he held Mingo by the face, and spun him around.

Let me repeat: Spun. The cat. By his face. Dragging his body on the ground.

And no matter how many times Arthur did it, Mingo kept coming back for more. And sort of sticking his head under Arth’s hand, like he was digging the face-grab-drag thing.

And I said “You know what he’d be doing if he had thumbs?”

“What?”

“He’d be texting all his friends to tell them how cool this is.”

Arthur said “Mingo doesn’t have any friends. He just has a sister.”

I said “Nowadays, you need thumbs to have friends.”

Smooshy fun with language

Don’t smoosh muffins on your mother’s face.

I don’t even remember this (although the visual is clear enough). I found it in my notes. But, well, visual.

My tangerine hates me

I was at a noisy party, and my friend Mary was on one side of me, while Joyce was on the other, and we started talking about what fantastic hair Joyce has. And I dunno, I ended up touching her hair and saying “Wow, you really have a lot of hair!” And Joyce said “Yeah, my tub drain hates me.”

And Mary said “What!?”

And I repeated it to Mary, and she said “Oh! I thought you said your tangerine hates you, and I couldn’t figure that out.”

And Joyce said “My tangerine hates me, too.”

Things Witches Say

There’s wax on the cat.

Respiratory Language Fun

Today I saw a commercial for some sort of medical product, and they said

If you have respiratory problems and are having trouble breathing…

So…there are people with respiratory problems who don’t have trouble breathing?