The tissue paper's in the bin, the Play-Doh's crusty, the card table's back in the basement and the fancy plates are wiped and stored. Who's up for a meme? Daphne posted this one the other day, and I asked her to slip me a letter. She did so, sneakily, in the comments on my last post. And it's a doozy. It's a letter I barely ever use. In fact, it's a letter that does not appear at all in this paragr...oops.
Here's the thing of it: ten topics, truthinesses, themes, or thingamabobs that begin with the letter G.
Germane: No, not the Jackson. Words like "germane" and "genuflect" and "gamine" are par for the course when it comes to conversation with me. Some people find this off-putting. It was murder on me in high school.
Grammar: As I've shared before, there are certain grammar rules for which I'm a stickler. Misuse of adverbs such as "hopefully," for instance. "Hopefully we'll open great gobs of gifts tomorrow" literally means that one will open great gobs of gifts in a hopeful manner. Which I suppose one does, given the popularity of fruitcakes, seasonal mugs, and coffee table books. Homophone errors are the proverbial nails on a chalkboard. However, I am horrible, with commas.
Grouper: I once shared the back of a Mexican pickup truck with one. It's a very big fish. (That was a good movie, wasn't it? "Big Fish"? Oh, right. Not germane.)
Greens: As in the kind the Biscuit is not eating. At all. Any mothers out there know whether or not I need to get some vitamins for this kid? Because I think he is in danger of becoming a cheese. This diet deficiency was driven home to me when we visited our friends at the farm whose son not only eats greens, but will SUCK HIS GREEN BEANS THROUGH A STRAW. I mean, what good are kids if you can't train them to do tricks?
Gob: If you only ever do one thing I tell you to, then please, please, please get your hands on a copy of "Arrested Development." Ten out of ten Anns agree; it's the best show ever. And when I look at what's going on over at Stephanie's today, it makes me want to cry. With all this power, we knitters could have saved that show! Le sigh.
George: I have a very fond memory of being a child and watching Looney Tunes- the episode where Bugs and Daffy are abducted by Marvin and brought to Mars as companions for Hugo, his pet, the Abominable Snowman. (An interruption: Isn't it brilliant that this was a big "of course" according to our childhood logic?) And the Snowman strokes Bugs' ears and ruffles Daffy's feathers and says, in this totally goofy voice, "And I will love him and hug him and pet him and squeeze him and I will pet him and pet him and I will take him home and call him George." Now George puts his snowmen on plates and eats them! Where's that Abominability when you need it, huh?
God: See definition in The Devil's Dictionary. Lower-case and upper.
Gawain: I had a bit of a crush on my Arthurian Lit professor in college. So I took Medieval Lit as well. I have read the Works of Sir Thomas Mallory twice. Who could resist, what with all the smiting of helms and passages such as this one: "Then seyde his dwarff, 'Take me your rynge, that ye lose hit nat whyle that ye drynke.'" Ah, how I wish for my own dwarf to lend me helpful reminders in such situations.
Green: Something strange has been happening in terms of my recent yarn purchases. I've always been a purple girl. I can't remember a time when it wasn't my favorite color. Then comes red, hands down. But I've been buying green yarn up by the basketfull, and planning green projects. Maybe it's the Newness of the coming year. Who knows? Still, I'm a purple girl at heart.
Going, Going, Gone! We're off to the farm tomorrow morning, and we'll be back on New Year's Day. So it's a big happy early birthday to Cara (and her gorgeous G) and a marvelous and champagne-y New Year to all of you!
Let me know in the comments if you'd like a letter of your very own. I'll give you one with great and glorious glee.