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
Today’s word is:
A girl with mischievous or boyish charm.
(or, in the past, a word for a female street urchin)
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!”
Fun!
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:
ARE U
Hmm. Even the cookies won’t give me a straight answer.
Am I the only one who pronounces “eco” as “eek-oh” instead of “echo”?
