Of late, banter with my friend The Skepbitch – the Cunning Linguist herself – has revolved around an obsessive-compulsive behavior of mine. Though I’m straying into new territory by revealing myself, here goes:
For some odd reason I have this awful affinity for alliteration. As in Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Some people step over cracks, I repeat first consonant sounds in phrases.
(See, I knew this blog would somehow be cathartic and therefore much cheaper than counseling!)
Today she posted a funny-assed article about the meaning of the phrase Half-Assed. Please read it, but remember – she’s really smart. And has a PhD in LINGUISTICS. So don’t feel bad if, like me, you have to use wikipedia to be sure of the meaning of some of the words. No complaints here, though. I like when a woman teaches me new words. Brings me back to first grade and Mrs. Teal.
Ahh…Mrs. Teal, with her beautiful bee-hive bouffant …err..coiffe.
Wait, back to Karen – I’m really not sure which impresses me more: the fact that she knows so many eloquent-ass phrases or that she knows so many eloquent ass-phrases.
Anyway, I couldn’t resist an alliterative admiration addendum (see what I mean?). I had to leave a comment.
Alas, I’m such a jerk.
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