Daily Archives: July 12, 2012

Adventitious Halations in a Sizzard

We’re a little short-staffed at work for the next couple of weeks and yesterday we had one of those manic days where I couldn’t get one thing finished before I had to start something else.  The hurrieder I went the behinder I got.  OMG I miss you Laura!!  Waaaaaah!!

There – that made me feel MUCH better.

A drop of 4 degrees in temperature inside my house and a day off to enjoy it is also contributing to my mood up-swing.  I’m not sure when the thunderstorm started last night, but it didn’t grumble away off into the distance until around 5 a.m.  I watched the sheet lightning for awhile through my eyelids and then gave up the fight to go back to sleep and watched it with my eyes open from my living room couch instead.

Lightning #2
Lightning #2 (Photo credit: dmolsen)

 

 

 

 

This was not one of those storms where there’s a bolt of lightning followed by silent counting (one one-thousand, two one-thousand three one-thou…) and then a crazy crack of thunder that scares the shit out of you.  Lightning lit up the entire sky in rapid flashes – like some kind of demented strobe light show, and the thunder rumbled and roared and rolled across the heavens non stop.  And beautiful beautiful rain poured down on my scorched and crispy lawn.

I knew there was a good reason to ignore the suggestion from the weed people to water my grass.  If you wait long enough a good reason always turns up for everything.  Like my title today.

The word of the day at Wordnik  is halation – In photography, the effect of excess of light, or of adventitious (casual, chance random – I looked it up)  reflected light, on some part of a negative……from ‘halo,’ which comes from the Greek ‘halos,’ disk or ring of light around the sun or moon.

A couple of days ago the word of choice was sizzard – A very uncomfortably hot, moist atmosphere in which one ‘sizzles’ – a blend of the words  ‘sizzle’ and ‘blizzard.’

And that of course brings us to hatchetation – a violent protest against the drinking of alcohol in which the protester attacks the bar with a hatchet – proving that you can make up a word for just about anything that pops into your little thunder addled brain.

See, this is why I never get anything done.  One thing leads to another until I reach some adventitious spot where I just stop what I’m doing and hit “publish” even though there’s SO much more to say about so many fascinating and yet totally unrelated things.

I need more coffee.  It was a long night.

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