(Urban) Word/Phrase of the week:

Ciao,

This is again late. As if anyone cares, but my sincere apologies anyway. 

I finished my book yesterday; Cuckoo Song by Frances Hardinge. It wasn’t something I’d usually read at all (it was fantasty fiction, not really my thing)  but it was so beautifully written that I ended up really enjoying it. The other thing that has been great recently is the sun. I don’t know where this is coming from, but the weather always seems to be perfectly warm and perfectly sunny and perfectly timed for the weekends. And what better thing to do than go down to the park with your favourite people and do nothing for a few hours?

Annnnyway. The phrase for this week is:

gift crack

Yes. Weird I know, but actually a fairly useful word to describe a very common phenomenon.

The gap in wrapping paper or uncovered portion of a gift usually found on the bottom of the box. May result from the gift wrapper running out of paper, or cutting gift wrap to small to cover the entire package.

Ahh, but the consequence of this is the most important part of it.

Bryan figured out what his present was because the gift crack exposed the picture on the box.

That moment when the gift crack ruins the surprise that usually comes with receiving a present.

So there you have it, people.

That is all.

 

(Urban) Word/Phrase of the week:

Salvete omnes,

After a week of relative calm, it’s back to the storm of exams tomorrow; what fun. And yes, this does include latin, hence the greeting. There is also a history exam – hopefully both of these will go ok. I feel decently prepared. The unrelated un-ending thoughts customary of my urban word weekly updates aren’t flowing well today: this could be because last night was the first decent Saturday Night I’ve had in a while (and therefore, despite the coffee and teas of earlier, I am beginning to feel a certain tiredness). 

Your word for this week is:

myth-information

There is a round of QI which deals solely in this idea. ( – this being the General Ignorance round, for those unaware of the show)

Widely held and promoted but false information that has taken on a mythic quality. Misinformation.

Well look at this. Mis-information : Myth-information. See what they did there?

It’s things like how, contrary to popular opinion, the goldfish doesn’t actually have a memory span of three seconds. Shocker, hey.

The Dictionary gives this example:

September 11 conspiracy theories are based on myth-information

I personally consider this a poor example, as a minority of people believe in 9/11 conspiracy theories. This means that the information is neither widely held, nor promoted: it’s not false either, these crazy-thinking people have just manipulated what was true into something fairly fantastical. Anyway, myth-information is the word of the day people.

Spread the word.

And 

That 

Is 

All. 

 

(Urban) Word/Phrase of the week:

So shocker; this is a day late. I don’t know what happened yesterday – I was mainly just feeling exhausted, because hey, exam fever is fairly draining.

I went to see the Matisse exhibition at the Tate Modern yesterday afternoon though: I didn’t have high hopes for it initially, I must admit, given that my only knowledge of Matisse comes from the time my year one class was forced to create our own masterful versions of ‘The Snail’. The exhibition lived up to its hype however; it really was fantastic. I came away with a packet of 24 Assorted Postcards, Designed Exclusively For The Exhibition and that virtuous feeling one always gets when coming away from a highbrow cultural event. A slight smugness at one’s own enlightenment.

That was a cognitus interruptus paragraph. Ok.

elevator circles

Is the phrase of the week today. This situation is one we can all relate to.

Walking awkwardly around a large elevator lobby after you press the button, because you don’t know which elevator door to stand by.

You know. That moment when you press the little light-up arrow for any one of the three lifts in the area, with no idea which one will appear at your disposal first. And then you’re left to hang around, probably looking at your phone, definitely texting someone and not just playing Candy Crush, because you do have a social life. 

But without the phone, the only thing to do is wander in Elevator Circles. Here’s an example of being caught out in this position.

At work yesterday, my boss walked by while I was doing my elevator circles, and now he thinks I’m crazy.

To be fair, it probably does look a little bizarre to be walking concentric circles in your boredom and uncertainty.

So that’s it for this week everyone: follow me, like this and maybe even share it. As if ha. 

That is all.

(Urban) Word/Phrase of the Week:

Well greetings one and all, on this fine summery Sunday evening.

Yes, it’s that time again:

the moment

where

I

reveal

the word

or phrase

of the week.

Note the tense indentation I’ve used here; credit my literary skill (It’s English Language tomorrow, in case you hadn’t guessed. And also physics *shudder*)

Additionally, note the unintentional reference to ‘The Moment’ by Margaret Atwood there. I’m too good, my friends.

Anyway, we shall move forward (like the Light Brigade – Tennyson, ignorant souls).

congreenient

Here is the word. Not as exciting as Shakespeare, Tennyson or Atwood but there we go. It’s part of a new language, a future ahead of these great literary artists, making it interesting in its own way; we should embrace it. Yes.

I dwell too long on my favourite subject. Here is the definition.

Word used to describe the practice of recycling, or being green, only when convenient

Not only is the etymology itself something for The Modern World, the very subject matter contained in the definition of the word deals with the topical issue of Climate Change.

Here’s the example of when to use it (if you should actually ever want to):

I would have recycled my Fiji water bottle, but my plastic bin was full. I guess I’m just congreenient

So this example also tells us the type of person who would employ the term ‘congreenient’. A Fifi water drinker. Someone who is prepared to spend £3 or £4 on water which tastes like any other bottled water, looks like any other bottled water and essentially IS any other bottle water. Apart from the vital USP that it (allegedly) comes fresh out of the Extraordinary Water Sources of Fiji, brimming with Extraordinary Health Benefits.

This person would clearly not consider air miles on their precious water, let alone care whether or not their water bottle was then recycled after every precious drop of Fiji Water had been drained from it.

Ok.

I’m done here.

That is all.

 

(Urban) Word/Phrase of the week:

Bonjour, mes petits choux-fleurs,

En ce moment,

J’écoute un podcast français en écrivant ce blog-post.

I’m just so bilingual, what can I say?

Alors.

Tomorrow, it is my French iGCSE so I shall have fun with that.

Today, I shall tell all you eagerly-awaiting readers the

URBAN word/phrase of the week

If you missed last week’s episode.

Where were you.

What were you doing.

Why would you be anywhere but on my website with it’s pretentious posts and random name.

Anyway, the phrase was

cognitus interruptus

And I thought I’d bring it up here, because you know, that French interlude was a good example of the definition of the term.

If you’re confused then…..follow my blog.

Right. After all this shameless plugging, cognitus interruptus, and sheer French. Here’s the phrase:

retard in aluminium foil

How odd, you say, what does it mean, you wonder? It’s all ok, because guess what, THERE WILL BE A DEFINITION. And to be honest, how can things get weirder on this blog?

What a lady’s knight in shining armour becomes when she really gets to know him

A little bit of nonsense imo, but Urban Dictionary by definition is a little bit of nonsense.

And one (quite major) critique of this bible: American spelling.

WHEN YOU STEAL SOMEONE’S LANGUAGE, YOU DON’T ABUSE THE ETYMOLOGY.

Even if your English-Speaking Population is greater than actual England’s English Speaking Population.

Words have history.

‘Armor’ just destroyed the derivations of ‘armour’.

I feel far too strongly about language for your average sixteen-year-old girl.

Well. I think I’m done here for tonight.

In spirit of the evening, I shall leave with a

Pleasant

Courteous

Tout

à

fait.

 

(‘That is all’

Retard in aluminium foil. Mildly terrifying.

– in French……..)

 

 

(Urban) Word/Phrase of the week:

Hello my small cauliflowers,

How have you been on this fine bank holiday weekend? I have done little with my time; went out in the garden for a brief ten minutes to enjoy the sun and appreciate the flowers,  had a minor crisis moment when I realised I’d left my copy of ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ at school, and watched a few episodes of the fabulous Sex and the City (which if you haven’t watched then get on http://watchseries.lt/serie/sex_and_the_city)

That was a

cognitus interruptus

From my work.

Yes, with four english essays to be getting on with, it was just the perfect time to learn some

Stereophonics

Otis Redding

and

Pink Floyd

On the guitar.

So anyway there I go again with my cognitus interruptus.

Here’s the definition:

A disruption of the normal thought process, usually by an external distraction. This occurs most often at times when mental focus is a necessity. Cognitus interruptus sometimes leads to procrastination, leading to  further cognitus interruptus, thereby creating a cycle.

And as we all know, it’s Revision Season at the moment, bringing with it Exam Weather and therefore the need to have an excuse for procrastination. I can’t provide you with an excuse, but at least you now have a vaguely intellectual term for your problems.

Enjoy employing it my friends.

That is all.

(Urban) Word/Phrase of the week:

Hello, readers one and all, welcome to

Urban Dictionary Word/Phrase of the week

It’s fabulous to be back. Haven’t you all missed this?

Apologies for being so slack; keeping you all on tenterhooks waiting eagerly for my next post. What with five days in Greece and an Easter weekend in Devon, sporadic wifi and lack of a dictionary to peruse, nothing has been written for…two weeks?  Well. No longer. I’m home and ready for this week’s update. Are you?

Niteflix

Now. We shall have to disregard the abysmal spelling here; bear with the definition. This is a pretty good choice from my excellent mystery friend who selects numbers and thus words every (most) weeks.

Dreams so complex in plot and rich in production value that they seem like feature-length films

This is such a great term to cover something so hard to define. I mean, I still remember dreams from back when I was about 5 or 6, in such great detail they’re more vivid and dramatic than Virgil’s Aeneid book XXII. If you’re lost by my highbrow metaphor, here is an example from the book for you.

Wow! I had niteflix last night. The only things missing where the end credits. I wonder if Steven Spielberg has niteflix too.

There’s something to think about. Does Steven Spielberg have schmultzy, feature-length dreams longer than his two and a half hour War Horse epic………you can’t say I don’t provide food for thought, people.

#sarcasm

‘I’m a cynic but my heart’s not in it’  (Blur reference there wow – who’s excited for Damon Albarn’s new album?)

Ok.

That

is

all.