Vive watching the sunrise up from Battery Farley at Angels Gate. Or maybe he’s just spotting a squirrel.
From Wikipedia:
Onomatopoeia (occasionally spelled onomatopœia) is a word or a grouping of words that imitates the sound it is describing, suggesting its source object, such as “click,” “buzz,” or animal noises such as “oink”, “quack”, or “meow”. The word is a synthesis of the Greek words όνομα (onoma, = “name”) and ποιέω (poieō, = “I make” or “I do”) thus it essentially means “name creation”.
Author Peter Leslie’s compiled a long onomatopoeia list which gets your brain moving. I’ve added a few. Do the same if you so choose.
abra-kadabra
achoo
ahem
ahem
argh
aww (shucks)
babble
bah
bah
bam
bang
banged
banging
bash
bashed
bashing
bawl
bawled
bawling
beep
beep-beep beep-beep
(alarm clock)
beeped
beeping
belch
belched
belching
blab
blabbed
blabbing
blag
blah blah blah
blare
blared
blaring
blast
blippity-blop-blop-ver-slotch
blurt
blurted
blurting
boing
boink
bong
bonk
bonked
bonking
boo
boo-hoo
boom
boom chick chick (shotgun)
bow-wow
bring-bring (bicycle bell)
bubble
bump
bumped
bumping
burp
buzz
buzzed
buzzing
carambah
chatter
chirp
chit-chat
choo-choo
chug
clang
clanged
clanging
clank
clanked
clanking
clap
clapped
clapping
clash
clatter
clattered
clattering
click
clink
clop
clout
cough
crackle
crash
creaking
crisp
crumple
crunch
crunching
cuckoo
din
ding
doink
dong
drip
drum
drumming
echo
eek
eew
fizz
flash
flick
flicker
fling
flip
flop
flush
flutter
gallop
gargle
gasp
giggle
gloop
gong
grind
groan
growl
grrr
grumble
grunt
gulp
gurgle
gurgled
gurgling
hack
hah
haha
hiccup
hiss
hmm
hmph
hohoho
hubbub
huh
hum
humming
hurrah
hush
icky
itch
jangle
jingle
ker blang
kerplunk
klank
knock
laughing
meow
miew
mmm (yummy)
moan
moo
mumble
munch
murmur
neigh
oink
ooze
ouch
ow
patter
peeyew
peow peow peow (pistol)
phew
pi-kink
ping
ping-pong
pitter
pitter-patter
plok
plop
plunk
pong
poof
pop
popped
popping
pow
quack
ratchet
rattle
regurgitate
ring-ring ring-ring (phone)
roar
roared
roaring
rrrinngg
rumble
rustle
rustled
rustling
screech
screech
screeched
screeching
sheesh
shines
shuffle
shush
sizzle
sizzled
sizzling
slam
slap
slash
slop
slosh
slurp
smack
snap
snick
sniff
snip
snort
spark
splash
squelch
squish
static
stomp
sweep
swish
swoosh
throb
throbbing
thud
thump
thumped
thumpin
thunk
thwap (skin against skin)
tic-toc
tinkle
tiptoe
toink
tong
tsk-tsk
twang
tweet
ugh
vroom-vroom
waahhh
whack
whallop
wham
whee
whimper
whine
whiney
whip
whipped
whir
whisper
whispered
whispering
whisk
whizz
whoa
whoop
whooped
whoosh
wisp
woof
yap
yelped
yikes
yoo-hoo
zap
zigzag
zip
zoom
zzzz…(or z’s)
Come on, everybody. Here we go… [click to continue…]
Here’s a chart that’s been floating around the Internet: [click to continue…]
So you know that “We get things done” shows the correct use of the subject “we.” And that “He gave the job to us” shows the correct use of the object “us.” But which of the following is grammatically correct?
- Our clients see enormous value in using outside editors, and nobody is better positioned to capitalize on this than us.
- Our clients see enormous value in using outside editors, and nobody is better positioned to capitalize on this than we.
If you went with #2, you’re correct. It should be “we” at the end. The understood verb is “are,” as in “nobody is better positioned to capitalize on this than we are.” Most people agree it sounds a little better with the verb explicitly added.
Source: ProofreadNOW.com
What can I say? A few thoughts come to mind. I’ll start with this one:
DAYAMN. THAT WAS A LOT MORE WORK THAN I WAS EXPECTING.
So I found myself thrown into true Weekend Warrior mode these past couple days. With the math done, I penciled off the lines and sawed the wood on Saturday. To save some time, I stained the cut pieces first, letting them dry overnight, and figured to wake up the next morning to put the screws to the whole thing.
It was a lot more tedious than I realized, with the brain constantly calculating fractions of inches and body parts cramped up into uncomfortable positions for hours on end. Lots of drilling of pilot holes, lots of aligning, lots of adjustments. On a knee for about 90% of the time, I actually had to grab Kona’s bed just to keep the blood circulating in my legs. Had a few episodes of hand cramps. My eyes got tired. I had to borrow a couple drills just to keep the work flowing while the batteries recharged. I probably could use a massage.
But hey, no pain, no gain. No real setbacks, with the exception of a couple lengths of wood being slightly curved, which made things sort of a pain in the ass at times. Other than that, the math all worked out perfectly. Here’s where we are:
Next part of the project will be the floor repair, some furniture decisions, and a few other items. But first I need to figure out how to get all this Minwax Ebony #2718 stain out of my fingernails.
So it’s a Saturday night, and I strip down to the buff to jump in bed to curl up with a book and call it a day. About fourteen seconds later there’s a knock on my door. My chiropractor/neighbor Eric and our buddy Tim have swung by to drag me along to check out the newest bar in town called Crimsin. It’s located at the old Tommy’s Yacht Club on 6th Street here in San Pedro, which has been one of our favorite dives for like, forever or whatever.
Crimsin. Wow. New world. Very urban, very L.A.; it actually reminds me of a New York bar. Long and narrow. Playing cool music, with none of that rave bullshit. They did it up really cool with a red theme, with the bar surface and overhead lights pimped out in the appropriate crimson/red hues. Great escape from reality; it’s the type of place Neo would go to meet Trinity in the Matrix, but with red lighting.
After about an hour of sitting at the bar throwing back Black and Tans, I look to my right and see nobody else but Little Dude sitting at the end of the bar with our bro and his roommate, Albert.
Ain’t that what random Saturday nights in a hometown are all about? Love it. Hugs all around. Snapped the pic above.
