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!
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