12 September 2009

Poll!

Today’s word must be “indecision” (although I’m not sure). In any case, I’ve ended up with two different definitions to accompany the same illustration – and I’d like you to vote, if you will, for the one you think should go into the dictionary. Use the poll to the right, which closes on Friday, when the losing word will disappear into a wormhole, never to be seen again.*



*Until next month, when I run out of ideas and probably have to reuse it.

01 September 2009

Today's word is last



Thanks to Shayne Zucker for the definition above, duly added to the dictionary with a faint whiff of “Damn, I wish I’d thought of that” (and I hope you don’t mind me adding the second line, Shayne, to make it into a full definition). I just loved its simple nastiness. Not that picking a winner was an easy task – there were many, many funny suggestions and I recommend checking them all out via the original post’s comments if you haven’t already.

A couple of other entries that particularly tickled me came from bkgk – “Ms. Rita’s meat innuendos make Robby uncomfortable. They make him ill at ease. He wishes Dad’s new girlfriend would shop with another grocer” (gotta love the bleak family background of that one) and jer – “Norma wore her favourite green coat on her twentieth trip to the store that day to buy a steak. The Alzheimer’s was getting worse”.

I especially liked the ones that played with the definitions concept, like josephalford’s “Daddy supplied the meat. The meat is made from Daddy” and callisto’s “Meat is anonymous. It cannot be identified. Once it is cut into steaks, you can’t tell who it used to be”. Sara gets a gold star for suggesting the ultimate fate of poor Carol Ann, while little gator managed to imply that the butcher’s bounty had something to do with my own disappearance.

Of course, you can’t go wrong at MFD by being as tasteless as possible, so special mention also goes to Oswald Bastable’s “The meat is nutritious. Alice has extremely heavy periods and needs nutritious meat for her blood loss”, along with Barley’s “For Susan, the steak is complimentary. She does not have to pay for it. Mike thinks it is the least he can do after demanding the abortion”.

Finally, a dose of gratuitous pessimism always cheers me up, so thanks to everyone who imagined a world of pain behind that little picture, including Philip robbins: “Meat is good for soothing bruises. Jenny is buying meat to put on her black eye because she didn’t listen to her husband the first time”; Kimber: “Mrs. Thompson is hungry. She and her children will be hungrier still tonight, because she has no money to buy the food”; and DJ: “As Alice runs her daily errands, she can't help wondering what would have happened if she had stayed at the lesbian commune in Camden instead of marrying Philip”.

And thanks to everyone who took the trouble to think of a caption. Except the crap ones. You know who you are. Hopefully.

17 August 2009

Today's word is up to you



I’m going to be away for a couple of weeks – but don’t despair! I’m leaving you with the blank entry below and asking you to suggest some possible definitions using the comments function. My favourite entry will be added to the dictionary... See you when I get back!

23 July 2009

Today's word is untie

Tweets!

Well, I’ve managed to learn the basics of blogging, Googling and Facebooking, so it was only a matter of time before I gritted my beak and started Twittering. You’re welcome to follow me as I “tweet” each day’s new word, although I’m not sure exactly why you’d want to when you could just come straight here instead. Perhaps readers could suggest some more innovative ways of embracing the Twitter/My First Dictionary experience...?

21 July 2009

Today's word is early

Spotted!

In case you missed ’em, here are a couple of real-life My First Dictionary oddities spotted by readers. First, Snoise shared this strangely creepy snippet, spotted on an old schoolhouse wall in Dorset... Just what has the lady got in her hand? And why does it have that effect on the boy? Then, the wonderfully-named Half Mum Half Biscuit found this half-funny, half-depressing description of a very large man, which she’s posted on her blog along with some other gently melancholy pages concerning a parachute jump. Please let me know if you come across any more!