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Webster’s Wednesday: Nudnik

  • Posted on December 15, 2009 at 10:12 pm

this one’s for everybody who needs to talk bad about somebody, without actually saying anything that sounds bad. in my experience, the people who most deserve to be called bad things probably won’t understand what this word means anyways. hell, i didn’t know what the word meant until five minutes ago.

in honor of today’s word, add the suffix “-nik” to everything you say that is intended to be slightly derogatory. try it when that person cuts you off on your way home from work. yell out your open window “YOU FUCKWITNIK!” it positively rolls off the tongue, and adds a certain lightness to an otherwise very annoying and stressful situation. also good for lazy co-workers.. “get to work you lazy assnik!” if you happen to run into a situation where you really want to say something bad, but can’t for whatever reason, just add the suffix on the end of your sentence, and you’ll get a small sense of satisfaction that you’ve just insulted the object of your derision to their face, with them none the wiser. sure, they’ll look at you real funny, when you say “yes bossnik” but isn’t it worth it? [just a side note, i'm not responsible for any of you nik's who actually decide to take my advice, despite how idioticnik it is]

nudnik • \NOOD-nik (the “OO” is as in “good”)\  • noun

: a person who is a bore or nuisance

Example Sentence:

James worried that he would never finish his work if the office nudnik didn’t quit hanging around his cubicle.

Did you know?

The suffix “-nik” came to English through Yiddish (and ultimately from Polish and Ukrainian). It means “one connected with or characterized by being.” You might be familiar with “beatnik,” “computernik,” or “neatnik,” but what about “no-goodnik” or “allrightnik”? The suffix “-nik” is frequently used in English to create nonce words that are often jocular or slightly derogatory. Some theorize that the popularity of the suffix was enhanced by Russian “Sputnik,” as well as Al Capp’s frequent use of “-nik” words in his “L’il Abner” cartoons. The “nud-” of the Yiddish borrowing “nudnik” ultimately comes from the Polish word “nuda,” meaning “boredom.”

My Mr. MacHottie

  • Posted on at 7:16 pm

in my previous post, someone asked to see pictures of this fairytale totally awesomely hot guy i kept raving about. when she mentioned seeing him, my mind started racing through all the pictures over the years, and all the different faces we’ve worn throughout them. i also realized that i am sadly lacking for digital pictures of my husband and i in the past. i’ve had to scrap together odd photographs from the past that i was able to dig out of big cardboard boxes of old computer junk, and comb through our back up files of photos to find the few i managed to get a hold of.

i learned a valuable lesson today. don’t go digging through shit unless you’re prepared to step in it too… in my search for old photos i found some really old photos. like, pictures of my happy, young, sexy husband with his happy, young not-nearly-as-sexy-as-me ex girlfriend. yuck. i mean, not really yuck… obviously all our relationships past are what helped make us into the people we are today, and i fell in love with the man i met after he and that girl broke up. doesn’t mean i have to like it, though. *hrmph*

so, naturally, i blacked out the… uncomfortable… parts of the picture, and will post it here for you to see. :)

so… this guy. here he is, circa 10/25/1999. i met him in 2001…he had long hair when i met him.

ah, such innocence. neither one of us are that young looking anymore...

ah, such innocence. neither one of us are that young looking anymore...

the next progression brings us to one of my favorite pictures of him. we used to climb together… unfortunately, the hobby was short-lived because a climbing gym membership is hellaciously expensive. ($400+ per year) he built a climbing wall in his basement bachelor pad before i met him, and it made for interesting photos. god, i miss his hair… it was so pretty.

taken either just before, or just after i met him. heck, maybe i even took the photo. i dunno.

taken either just before, or just after i met him. heck, maybe i even took the photo. i dunno.

and then, there is *a* picture of him after we met, and before he chopped off his beautiful hair. (for a job) that cat’s name was Jade… he took that picture because i wanted him to send me a pic of himself while i was still living in my parent’s house, before we knew about the pregnancy and all that. (i had already moved in with him, and started the next semester of school when we figured it out)

Picture 009

J n Jade

he also used to be into photography, and screwing around with photoshop. he’s taken many cool pictures of fire, water droplets, and…. himself. this one was pretty cool.

my husband

he's got a nice back.

but then something happened. i domesticated him. it was awesome.

our wedding. have you heard the story yet? it's good stuff.

our wedding. have you heard the story yet? it's good stuff.

our son was 6 months old exactly at our wedding, so there really isn’t a “we got married then had kids” story to tell. we did manage to have at least 1 kid in wedlock, and that’s good enough for us. oh, you missed the post telling you all about my wedding? so sorry. here’s a link. you’re not gonna wanna miss it. it’ll make you glad you’re not me.

so much has changed for us since the days of the boy in the first photo… we’ve gotten more wrinkles, gained some weight, lost some weight, gained some wisdom, and lost parts of our past that we’ll never be able to get back. like poor J’s hair. his long, luscious locks will never be able to come back, on account of it slowly but surely disappearing. that’s okay, though… i think he sports the shaved head and beard look pretty damn well. :) i used to have a hot, young guy i wanted to wear on my arm like a bracelet. now, i have a sexy gentleman and father. i don’t wear bracelets anymore, so it works for us. :)

my two favorite boys ever, and a stupid but loveable doggy.

my two favorite boys ever, and a stupid but loveable doggy.

Mr. MacHottie isn’t quite around as much as i’d like him to be, which is probably why he’s on my mind so much nowadays. he’s out there doing work-type stuff, so we can drag our asses out of the dregs of debt, and get our lives back on track since the buisness closed. while i sit at home alone, in my nice cozy house with my kids who are driving me crazy, poor MacHottie is out in the elements, doing the railroader thing. winter time is especially miserable for him, because even when it’s -8 degrees outside, he has to go out there and throw switches for those stupid trains that have places to be. his most recent fashion accessory is a beard. this picture shows why he has a beard.

it's negative 8, and he'd been walking in it for about 2 hours. at least the ice is on his beard, and not his skin...

it's negative 8, and he'd been walking in it for about 2 hours. at least the ice is on his beard, and not his skin...

so that’s J. that’s the man i married, and that’s the father of my children. i think he’s great for so many reasons… seriously, how can i not love a guy who subjects himself to facial freezing on a regular basis just so that i can live a more comfortable life?

sheesh, i love that guy.