Menosappelled [men-oh-sap-puld]; the condition of verbal and typographic dyslexia

One of the things that has come about since the onset of menosoup all those long nine years ago is the inability to recall words.  Short-term memory loss may be the key problem, but once in a while the hard-drive cache memory also fails to deliver.

Trouble is it never normally happens until one is in the middle of an important story or some conversation on a high philosophical principle. Now, to be fair, nobody worries too much and often offerings from the floor will trigger it and the tale travels on again none the worse for thesaural interruptal.  Then along comes the dreaded confusticus hex.  Just as one's esteem has been growing from having brought out a salient point….

"Blahdddaty blahdddaty blug".

Remember that space I mentioned a few days back?  The one with me on one side and the listener on the other?  Yes, well, here again Dear Reader, we have a variety of menomonomumal.  Whilst the latter refers to the structure of sentences, now we are talking about the very words within that sentence.  Look, to be honest, I have always had a tendency to get tongue-tumbled.  Head knows the word just fine, but it can exit the vocal unit in exotic and worrisome ways.  This has worsened with the arrival of menosoup.

Bothersome as it may be in transactional life, it is now providing the fodder for this here bloogelty thingo.  Yup, misspelling and word substitution have become an asset.  Not just me, but this blog too have been menosappelled!