I’ve decided to come back to the real world. Or rather, I finished the non-enriching, completely pointless and overwhelmingly entertaining book I was reading. I devoured the Hogfather in a day or so. I only folded the corner of two pages- only had to look up two words, but ooooh, the words:
Eructation: 15th century; an act or instance of belching.
This word will be most helpful at work, where 1 of every 5 people feasts on poached venison nightly. “Your eructation is as impressive as your intestinal fortitude,” I can diplomatically state while mentally adding vitamin C and airborne to the grocery list internally screaming “AT LEAST COVER YOUR FUCKING MOUTH YOU DAMN HILLBILLY”.
Maenads 1 : Bacchante (a priestess or female follower of Bacchus) 2 : an unnaturally excited or distraught woman.
And I think we have the new blog title I was looking for…
Instead of mentally deriding the bridal party as fashionably retarded annoying-as-fuck drunken scenesters I can simply call them transparently vapid maenads whose wardrobe choices encompass their life goals and abilities.
4 comments:
Come visit me. Please. I feel like milk who's been looking for cookies all my life......
I can hardly wait for the perfect opportunity to use the word maenad.
I don't know what to say to this. I am speechless.
And, like Pare, left wanting more....
maenad is such.a.great.word! thanks for sharing! tho' after I tell my husband and kids, this WILL become their fav descriptor for me I'm sure!
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