Quirky is another word like that. Odd, offbeat, different. Yep, I like quirky, too.
Harangue, prude, gargantuan, and persnickety are more words I love. Feel free to add words of your own in the comments if you wish.
The question of the moment is, why do these words fail to inspire good fiction in the creative part of my brain? I think it's on strike and the management isn't talking to the blue collars. Or, it could be that academic writing kills creativity. Nah, that can't be true. It must be those darn teenagers who have squatters' rights in my house. Two teens are enough to sap the creativity out of any brain.
Speaking of squatters' rights, why is it that one of those teens feels she needs to re-paint her room every six months? She's in an Invader Zim mode right now. For those of you who don't know who that is, all I can say is, lucky you. Em has decided she wants the box set for Christmas and since the toon is no longer being made it is now a collectors' item and that makes it expensive. But that's beside the point. She wants to paint her room purple and green just like Zim's. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind the colors. The ones she chose are just fine. It's all the work involved in the painting. If you have ever seen her room, you'd understand. She's a "collector". She doesn't hoard. There are no stacks of things from the day she was born. No, she just sees collections in everything that crosses her path. I've had to limit her collecting. If she starts a new one, she has to eliminate an old one. It seems to be the only way of keeping any kind of control of the mass of stuff in her room. Still, moving all the collections is a pain in the butt.
So, I love odd words, they don't help me write, I have teen squatters in my house and my daughter has expensive tastes. Yep, that about sums it up.
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