The perils of living with valismort
Sep. 16th, 2008 10:22 pmFact about me you need to know for this entry: I can't remember nouns. Seriously. (Ask
julian_black if you don't believe me.) I can't remember the proper names of things at least one out of every four times. When it's a verb, it's not so bad, because I can usually redirect through a slightly different verb for a similar effect. (Think "jumping" instead of "leaping," for example.) But for nouns, sometimes there is only one proper name that will do.
I do try to think my sentences through a little more carefully when I'm around new people or at work. But around really good friends and (especially) the husband, I will often stick a placeholder into the sentence where the unremembered word is because I need to get the entire phrase out before I forget it.
At this point, Husband knows what I mean at least four times out of five. There are several nonsense words that end up rolling off my tongue and acting as placeholders. One of them is "Shna Shna Higby," which is entirely burned into my brain because there was once a magazine in the front of my car for seven months with Sha Sha Higby on the cover (she's a performance artist).
Now that you have the [far too detailed] background on yet another of my eccentricities, I can reveal this exchange between Husband and myself just moments ago:
Valis: Can you take this detritus to the Shna Shna Higby for me? [Detritus = an empty root beer bottle and a glass, but I couldn't remember the word for bottle; Shna Shna Higby = kitchen]
Husband: For you, my dear, I would venture into the depths of Shna Shna Higby itself.
I do try to think my sentences through a little more carefully when I'm around new people or at work. But around really good friends and (especially) the husband, I will often stick a placeholder into the sentence where the unremembered word is because I need to get the entire phrase out before I forget it.
At this point, Husband knows what I mean at least four times out of five. There are several nonsense words that end up rolling off my tongue and acting as placeholders. One of them is "Shna Shna Higby," which is entirely burned into my brain because there was once a magazine in the front of my car for seven months with Sha Sha Higby on the cover (she's a performance artist).
Now that you have the [far too detailed] background on yet another of my eccentricities, I can reveal this exchange between Husband and myself just moments ago:
Valis: Can you take this detritus to the Shna Shna Higby for me? [Detritus = an empty root beer bottle and a glass, but I couldn't remember the word for bottle; Shna Shna Higby = kitchen]
Husband: For you, my dear, I would venture into the depths of Shna Shna Higby itself.
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Date: 2008-09-17 02:55 am (UTC)Thingy
Thinger
Thingamajig
Thingy-Bob
Thingy-Bobble
Thingy McBobble Yew
The last few I always find embarassing; you're the first person to know about them other than my poor, poor son, who's been exposed since birth. :-D
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Date: 2008-09-17 03:05 am (UTC)I also want to tell you I remember that magazine and that name, hee hee!
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Date: 2008-09-17 03:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-17 03:41 am (UTC)A few of my other noun-substitutes (rendered phonetically):
Meeblit mepps
Meebler
Shna
Bibbly
Murp de murr
It's a wonder that anyone (including myself) ever knows what I'm talking about, really.
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Date: 2008-09-17 03:42 am (UTC)Oh, and I do say "thingamajig" quite often as well. ;)
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Date: 2008-09-17 03:43 am (UTC)That magazine cover is burned into my brain! I looked at that cover every day for months. The name just won't go away, no matter how hard I try...
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Date: 2008-09-17 03:47 am (UTC)Snarrrrf!
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Date: 2008-09-17 03:54 am (UTC)Honestly, I'm starting to think I would have fit in quite well with the Smurfs. "I'd like to smurf a glass of smurf!"
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Date: 2008-09-17 06:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-17 07:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-17 07:55 am (UTC)Me: So I took one of those IQ tests today and my verbal score was the lowest. I thought that was odd since I write and all, but then my score for...uh...you know...
Dad: Yes?
Me: Where you can see the shapes and what should be the next logical one...you know...spay...
Dad: Spatial Organization? *looks at me pointedly*
Me:Shutup, okay.
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Date: 2008-09-17 02:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-17 02:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-17 02:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-17 03:32 pm (UTC)If I can remember it, that is. lol.
Husband is, indeed, a keeper. ;)
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Date: 2008-09-17 03:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-17 03:33 pm (UTC)And that dialogue? I have that exact experience all. the. time. :)
*hugs*
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Date: 2008-09-17 03:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-17 03:34 pm (UTC)Husband was telling me that I do other silly things, too. I can't remember what they are right now, but I'll call him later and write up another little entry when he reminds me.
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Date: 2008-09-17 03:36 pm (UTC)*lionsmooches*
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Date: 2008-09-18 07:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-18 08:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-19 11:17 pm (UTC)Oh, the Higby.
Detritus is an excellent word for many occasions. :P
*HUGS*!
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Date: 2008-09-20 01:09 am (UTC)*GIANT HUGS OF JOY AND VERDENIANESS*
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Date: 2008-09-20 02:58 am (UTC)Leetsauce.
Super Poke has inspired me to *throw an octopus at you*.
Heh. :D
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Date: 2008-09-20 02:59 am (UTC)eee! Don't hurt the octopomus!!! We loves it and snuggles it...
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Date: 2008-09-20 03:08 am (UTC)XD
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Date: 2008-09-20 03:10 am (UTC)