Sticky words

I find certain words to be more “sticky” than others… they catch in my brain, perhaps due to interesting rhythms or structures. Sometimes they get stuck in my head the way a tune can.

Here’s a poem-like construct built from some sticky words:

seven tetrachromatic macrophages
installed subdermally
palpate genomic matrices


My new word of the day:


also known as alcoholism.
Dipsomania sounds so much more fun, though.

“His tipsy nature means ipso-facto, it’s dipsomania!”


Oh, also, earlier today I asked my bag of Newman’s Own Alphabet Cookies, “I’m not really sick, am I?”
I then reached in and pulled out some cookie-letters.
In my hand were four cookies:


Hmm. Even the cookies won’t give me a straight answer.