*The Pointless Writer*

has a life you're completely uninterested in. But it's okay because I can write. No abbreviations. No shoddy grammar (though I'm not immune to mistakes). Just quality writing on sometimes completely pointless topics.

Inspiration/ Hilarity

`cirque. (by Nick)
The Joel Stein
Hyperbole and a Half (by Allie Brosh)

Pointless Yakking

No chatbox.


UnPoints of Note

1. I write when fancy takes. Sometimes, fancy takes many months of leave.
2. Never give up on this blog. I will eventually come back. When fancy has returned from its unfaithful travels.
3. All posts labelled Randomosity were written while I was on my junior college's blog team.
4. Everything is written as a challenge to myself. And it's all in good fun. Cheerio!


Dictionary.com's Word of the Day
Monday, July 2, 2012


In honour of my Fringlish post, one of my personal absolute favourites, I've decided to share a Dictionary.com Word of the Day:

MUMPSIMUS

It highly resembles my Fringlish word "mumpfalump", for obvious reasons. I have to say I think mine's a lot catchier. It's the assonance, I'm sure. (See any word so far that you don't know the meaning of? That's what free online dictionaries are for, and there are plenty for you to take your pick from.)

I subscribed to Dictionary.com's daily email in an attempt to boost my vocabulary, which has never been great to start with and happily deteriorated not long after the 'A' Levels ended and I was no longer plagued by GP. (Those darn essays! Formal writing is not my forte.) This wasn't exactly helped by my holiday job: teaching in a primary school. Some of the most basic words earned me blank stares, not exactly the expression you hope to see in a classroom. With no context to show off my fancy vocabulary (which I've always had difficulty recalling anyway), I suffered the Child Language Use Syndrome--which my mother and all similar ancestors who've spent years teaching young children have each been afflicted with. Simply put, the CLUS sets in when you use too much kiddie language and can no longer speak like an adult. In extremely severe cases, it may sound like this:

GOOGOOGAHHHH… GAFUPBALUBBA TOO TOO…

In hospitalisable (disclaimer: may not be in the standard lexicon) cases, they may even mutate to look like this:



Because no agemate (another Word of the Day) can decipher their conversation contributions and we all know anger’s bad for your complexion.

My main complaint is that Dictionary.com tends to send me words that I would never use. Look at the example sentence for mumpsimus:

"I profess, my good lady," replied I, "that had any one but you made such a declaration, I should have thought it as capricious as that of the clergyman, who, without vindicating his false reading, preferred, from habit's sake, his old Mumpsimus...
-- Sir Walter Scott, The Talisman

If that’s the way to use the word, I might come off sounding like the obnoxious, posh-wannabe at the party of the year that nobody wants to talk to because her British accent is so obviously fake. I might as well stick myself in a cheap imitation of a Victorian dress and prance around saying “oohlala!

However, I do get some fun words that sound as if I could actually throw them into general conversation:

This town is chockablock with restaurants that are just clones of the same old themes.
-- Amy Tan, The Joy Luck Club

Glutch: to swallow

Bosh: nonsense

It’s like the word “masticate” which is the weird word for chewing that makes people think of a rather different process.

So I shan’t remove my email from the mailing list just yet. 

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