Pics, Words, Fluff

Remember getting actual physical correspondence, ya know, via mail? When’s the last time you got a personal letter? Not a greeting card but a note or even a postcard.

For that matter, how about an email?

Now, it seems, most of us just text.

I’m guilty of this. I haven’t sent a letter (OR an email!) in years. Actually, I sent a note last Christmas to a friend of my father but it bounced back. Apparently I’d sent it to his street address versus his P.O. Box and DeJoy’s post office felt it made more sense to send my small envelope 3,000 miles back across the county instead of just fucking delivering it.

Did I put the note in a fresh, correctly addressed envelope and mail it? Nope. Why not? I’m a putz, that’s why!
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Here are a few interesting words:

Anagapesis
     noun
Loss of feelings for someone who was formerly loved.

Blatteroon
     noun
A senseless babbler or boaster.

Cheeto is a complete blatteroon.

Dysania
     noun
The state of finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning.

I used to be a morning person. Now, on more days than not, I suffer from near crippling dysania.

Footle
     noun
engage in fruitless activity; mess about.

Used as an intransitive verb:
Donna was in a particularly distracted state and spent the day footling about.

Lately, this would be most days.

Ultracrepidarian
     adjective
expressing opinions on matters outside the scope of one’s knowledge or expertise.
     noun
a person who expresses opinions on matters outside the scope of their knowledge or expertise.

The Republi/Fascist party (and their pet “Justices”) are nothing but on-the-take, greedheaded, dumbfuckian, ultracrepidarian grifters…but you knew that already.

This next one isn’t an odd or out of date word at all—it’s just one that I like the sound and meaning:

Panacea
     noun
an answer or solution for all problems or difficulties.
Panacea comes via Latin from the Greek word panákeia
Panakḗs can be separated into pan– “all” and akḗs “a cure.”

Not only does panacea sound wonderfully, mellifluously poetic, it’s what the world needs now.

On that note, I'm off to MGH for an appointment with my primary care doc. Yeah, nothing scary except the traffic. This time, Ten and I are leaving two hours ahead of time to make sure we can get through the 14 mile commute on time. //sigh// 

Pictures, by the by, are by Hillel.