I love the word hyperbole. Hyperbole sounds like a rubber ball bouncing around in your mouth. Doesn’t it? I love words. I love the sounds of words. Quixotic. Ubiquitous. Anomaly. Anemone. Bilious. Blasphemous. Cantankerous. Dilapidated. Malodorous. Onomatopoeia. Salacious. All sound so wonderful regardless of their meanings. I loved George Carlin, not for the profanity, but for his love of words. What a giant. Is there anybody out there to replace George Carlin or Richard Pryor? No. I have not seen anybody with the universal appeal and intricate knowledge of the use and power of language since those two. And why, you ask, am I even talking about this? No clue. Just a ramblin’ kinda gal, I guess. It is Wednesday after all.
I am currently working on a quick knit for a friend. I have no idea why I write the word quick when referring to my knitting. There is no “quick” in my knitting vocabulary. Oh, I’m sure someone else can knit quickly and whip up a hat or something (I’m thinking of Cookie here), but I’m not one of those. So, my quick knit for a friend will probably go on for at least the rest of this week.
My soundtrack for mid-week? How about some ELP and “Still You Turn Me On”
Have a good one!!!