Monday, January 31, 2011

thimblerig

thimblerig
THIM-buhl-rig \  , verb;
1. To cheat or swindle, as in the traditional shell game known as thimblerig.
noun:
1. A game in which the operator rapidly moves about three inverted thimbles, often with sleight of hand, one of which conceals a token, the other player betting on which thimble the token is under

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

katzenjammer

katzenjammer KAT-suhn-jam-er \  , noun;


1. The discomfort and illness experienced as the aftereffects of excessive drinking; hangover.

2. Uneasiness; anguish; distress.

3. Uproar; clamor.

Monday, January 24, 2011

kvetch

kvetch KVECH \  , intransitive verb;

1. To complain habitually.
noun:
1. A complaint.
2. A habitual complainer.
 
All too often we regress to vulgar language when we want to tell someone to quit their bitching. Kvetch is a nice, polite way to inform a person that we all have problems and their whining is uncalled for.
 
Real Life Usage:
Me: Quit your kvetching!
Friend: Wait, what?
Me: It means I'm tired of listening to you bitch and moan.
Friend: Well why didn't you just say that in the first place?
Me: Because, I'm classy.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

doughty

doughty DOW-tee \  , adjective;
1. Marked by fearless resolution; valiant; brave.
 
Men have a peculiar habit of fantasizing about heroics. This is why James Thurber's "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty" reverberates so strongly and what made Don Quixote attack windmills. We relish the idea of saving the girl, getting in bar fights, being President, and generally saving the day.
 
I have had very few opportunities for heroics but would like to think, if given the chance, I would rise to the occasion. Unfortunately this has not been my experience.
 
5 years ago I had the chance of playing hero to a group of under privileged youths during a game of kick ball. I was doing volunteer work for the city government along with another fellow about my age whose competitive side dominated his personality rather strongly. He didn't realize, apparently, that when playing kick ball against a group of children, you let them win. We played on opposite teams, and as he watched the red ball bounce by home plate he called out "Bad pitch!" and retrieved the ball from the back stop for the allegedly incapable 8 year old pitcher.
 
The second roll was apparently more to his liking, and he threw such weight behind his right leg that one might believe he was trying out for punter of the New England Patriots. Fortunately for the children the ball was booted higher than 5 feet - had it been a line drive I'm sure it would have caught a first grader in the solar plexus and bruised a rib. It took the children 15 minutes to retrieve the ball from the creek as he rounded the bases with what I felt was uncalled for celebration.
 
I had planned on a light tap to the short stop and a trip to first base for my at-bat, but as the "other big kid" I felt I owed my team a comparable performance. Pardon me while I wag my tail, but I have the history of a rather accomplished soccer player, and was well versed in the art of kicking things. I pivoted my foot and crushed the ball into left field. Never has such beauty been seen in my form. The ball sailed high in the air and I began to take my trot. Unfortunately a bespectacled youth who couldn't see his own hand in front of his face chose his position wisely and didn't take 2 steps in order to field what was supposed to be my rising to the occasion. I was called out and we ended up losing the game by one run. I could tell the kids were disappointed in me, but praised my valiant effort regardless. The kid who caught the ball, however, was celebrated in his dug out.
 
Perhaps I am better suited for villainy, anyhow.
 
Real: Life Usage:
Dude: I am feeling doughty! Friend, besmirch my ladies name so that I might prove my love by punching you in the face!
Friend: Eh?
Dude: You call her an insatiable cow, do you! Oh you scandalous curd! I'll make you pay!
 
 

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Threefer!

Hey there, crimestoppers! I'm wrapping up three words for you today since I've been a bad, bad little blogger and didn't post last night. My sincere apologies. I won't let it happen again. Unless, of course, I start drinking jager. A spank on the bottom and we're on our way.


Baroque: Referring to art, literature, or music that is excessively ornamental. Baroque dates from the Seventeenth century, which gave birth to the form.
The more words you can have to describe art without actually having to know anything about art the better. The charming thing about art is that it doesn't make any sense and sometimes doesn't even seemingly require any talent. I pity today’s talented artists, who are forced to live in poverty while somebody hangs a urinal on the wall and is called a genius. As far as I can tell a group of people (untalented pretentious assholes) stand around and pay homage only to things they can't understand, even if the reason they can't understand it is because it's meaningless. When tangible talent is viewed the assholes are able to criticize it. When they see a turd on a silver platter (literally) they want to call it "transcendent". It pisses me off. Anyways.

Real Life Usage:
Friend: Want to go see a movie?
You: No way dude, I am totally baroque.
Friend: Please stop using that word like that.
You: Let's stay in and watch Baroqueback Mountain.
Friend: (kicks you)
You: Dude, I think you baroque my finger!
Bovine: of or resembling a cow or ox.

Ask anybody, I love a classy way to call somebody a big fat cow.

Real Life Usage:
Dumb friend: What did you think of my new girlfriend/boyfriend?
You: In all my days I have never seen a more bovine creature. You two are perfect for one another.
Dumb Friend: Thanks!
Bulbous: Shaped like a bulb, bloated.
I like this word because it's gross. There are a few words in the English language that are just flat out disgusting. Up until this point my list consisted of the following words;
1.) Moist
2.) Mound
3.) Digital Meat Thermometer
and introducing
4.) Bulbous!

Go ahead and do a little word association with other people. Ask them the first thing they think of when they hear the word bulbous. I guarantee it will be something disgusting or inappropriate.

Real Life Usage:
You: Hey, look at this...
Friend: Oh my God! That's disgusting!
You: Do you think it should be that bulbous?

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Tuesday, January 18, 2011

tmesis

Tmesis
1.) In grammar and rhetoric, the seperation of the parts of a compound word, now generally done for humorous effect; for example, "what place soever" instead of whatsoever place, or abso-bloody-lutely.

Words like this blow me away. Just when a fellow starts to think he has a grip on things, that he knows up from down and the world spins around the sun, someone springs a word like this on him and throws everything into confusion. Birds start falling out of the sky, Pluto loses it's planetary status, and the Zodiac signs change for anyone born later than 2010. I mean, dancing bananas! Words like this drive me in-friggin-sane. Oh superb. That's just fan-friggin-tastic. Now I'm doing it to. Go on without me. Save yourselves.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Mansuetude

Mansuetude

1. Mildness, gentleness

Origin: Mansuetude derives from the Latin mansuescere, literally "to tame by the hand."

This word has a whole lot of action going on with it and I'm not sure if I love it or hate it. It doesn't even sound like a real word, it sounds like a weird spoonerism someone let slip when they were giving a pep talk, then decided it was clever and rolled with it. I included the origin of the word so you might get an idea of how this word keeps jerking me around. The fact that its literal interpretation means "to tame by the hand" reminds me of some blaxploitation film in which a glorified pimp gives a young hustler a speech about handling women by saying "You need a little less attitude and a little more mansuetude."