Words, words, words

Last weekend, when we were at the movie rental place, The Boy and I noticed a show that Dear Maria had recommended, as being sort of "related" to Pushing Daisies. I speak, indeed, of Dead Like Me, which is about grim reapers. The deaths are funny. Otherwise, pretty tragic show.

Yes, we can see the difference here.

So I bought them. Yes, I am very hedonistic, thanks!

Anyway, in the first episode, female lead George (awesome name for a girl, by the bye, I want a male-sounding nickname now) introduces her family. Her mother Joy is described, among other things, as hating the word "moist" because she thinks it's pornographic.

She does look like someone who hates the word "moist".

That got me thinking about words.

You know how some words sound exactly like what they mean? Like "stern" and "rigorous" and "moist". I like "moist" now. I like those words in general.

I hate the word "umbrella". It doesn't make any sense to me. In Dutch, it's paraplu, from the French parapluie, which means "against rain". Makes sense, doesn't it? Well, "umbrella" doesn't. So I hate the word.

I like words with "graphic". I think they sound nice. Even "pornographic" sounds nice.
I like "initial". It sounds better than first.

I have the tendency to overuse words. To counteract this (I like counteract!) I tried overusing big words. You know, the kind that you don't normally use in an ordinary (woop!) conversation.

Is that counter-intuitive?

Before I regress into a child-like state (who am I kidding anyway?) - what are your favourite words?

Goodnight, and sweet dreams.