Thursday, 30 June 2005

New Feature: The A. Cephalous Word of the Every Other Day or So

Frustrated by other "word of the day" services?  Tired of receiving daily emails from that most august of all dictionaries, the OED, in which you learn that "place" n. means "Space.  Extension in two (or three) directions; room"? 

Have I got a deal for you!  Starting now I'll be posting whatever obscure word threatens my colloquial speech with regular usage on any given day.  With definitions, quotations, citations and all the other requisite lexicological dressings. 

The A. Cephalous Word of the Every Other Day or So for Thursday, June 30, 2005 comes from heraldry:

appaumy, adj.

(əpaʊmI)

(of a hand) with the palm toward the viewer.

1991 Suburban White Girl 15 Minutes After Watching In Living Color (to A. Cephalous), On The Telephone "If she pulls that shit with me again, that's it, she'll wish the worst thing I did to her with my hands is flash dexter appaumy."  1992 Suburban White Girl (to A. Cephalous), P.E. Class "Oh no, you did na, you DID NA! Beseech the sinister hand appaumy bitch!" 1998 Suburban White Girl, Early Wedded, Early Bedded, Divorce Proceedings "Your Honor, then I told him to supplicate before my hand appaumy if he wanted to save this marriage, and he said 'Whatever Janine!  What.  Ever.  I've been fucking your sister for five years.'" 2005 Suburban White Girl, Divorced (to A. Cephalous' best friend), Tenth High School Reunion "A. Cephalous couldn't even bother to show up for his own high school reunion.  What a fucktard.  Next time I see him it'll be all hands appaumy, dexter, sinister, and all that shit."

Jun 30, 2005 8:13:44 PM | Redefined

4 Comments

Cadence

Just came across your blog. Brilliant, love the usage!

Posted by: Cadence | Saturday, 02 July 2005 at 11:52 AM

Ray Davis

Pronunciation, please?

Posted by: Ray Davis | Saturday, 02 July 2005 at 06:25 PM

Scott Eric Kaufman

But I'm deaf, Ray, so all my pronunciations would be deaf-speak approximations which would, if repeated, call the calumny of the Militant Deaf Defense League (the dreaded MiDDLe) down upon you. And no one survives MiDDL's slanderous attacks with reputation intact. I'm doing you a favor, Ray, a favor...

Posted by: Scott Eric Kaufman | Saturday, 02 July 2005 at 09:25 PM

Belle Lettre

How did I ever go through life without knowing this word or reading this post?

HILARIOUS.

Posted by: Belle Lettre | Tuesday, 07 February 2006 at 05:42 PM

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