Word of the Day!

I've been thinking about funny words (probably because I just wrote a keyword article that required a third of the article to synonyms for article "spinning"). I will, as long as my attention span and memory cooperate, post funny or weird words or phrases every so often. I'll start with some winners I found while consulting my thesaurus for that article:

• fille de joie- If you remember from basic French lessons, "fille" is a young woman or lady and "joie" is joy. So what exactly is a young woman of joy? A prostitute of course! (They're always so happy and well adjusted, after all...)
• filius nullius- a bastard
• fillius populi- a bastard
• whoreson- Yes, you guessed it, a bastard! (and if you need some more zingers for shaming someone because of their parents' lack of matrimony, here you go- catch colt, woods colt, chance-child, come-by-chance, and mamzer)

That's it for now. If I don't stop looking at the thesaurus I'll never get more writing done. Since I have about $3 to my name (not counting debt- that puts me way in the red- don't tell student loans about my $3!), I need to get to work.

I tried to find a clip of the student loans people taking Howard Moon away for not paying, but I couldn't find one. It is at the end of the Eels episode of The Mighty Boosh.

Depression and the Snowball Effect

It seems like every time I start to feel depressed all the little things pile up (and up, and up, and...you get the picture). I know that most likely I am just noticing things that wouldn't have phased me much if I weren't depressed, but that realization doesn't stop the snowball from getting bigger. It still picks up mass and ultimately, crushing power.
For now my big escape is snuggling with the girls (which can get me started down a perilous path of thoughts as well), reading books I've already read before--but that I don't remember the ending to, and playing Everquest II. Yes, I am a nerd. Hmm, even saying that sort of makes me feel more depressed and sorry for myself (this whole snowball analogy may have been better left unanalyzed).
Still, I already wrote it, so I will leave it. This is my "sort-of" journal online (the *juicy* stuff is reserved for my pen/paper version), so I won't go back and edit my random depressive thoughts. Just wanted to vent them. Sort of like Eeyore. "After all, one can't complain. I have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And it was last week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said 'Bother!'. The Social Round. Always something going on."