Somewhere out there in internet land I read that the most annoying, disliked, wretch-inducing word is moist. It is pretty disgusting. Except when referencing a cake. A moist cake sounds quite delicious. I don’t thing a dry cake or a wet cake sounds appealing, but a moist cake, now that’s something I could sink my teeth into.
I’m really not a fan of the word blog, either. I think it sounds like a moist fart. A burp. A stomach growl. Something that Jabba the Hut would produce from his nether regions. In order to try to deflect from my personal dislike of both words, I decided to put them together. Moist Blog. Maybe by combining the power of the yuckiness of the two words, a more satiating concept will form.
Moist denotes something akin to being half-assed. It is neither wet nor dry, it’s somewhere in the middle, sadly mediocre. It is your brow on a humid day. It is your armpits when the boss puts you on the spot at the company meeting. It’s my bare toes in my ballerina flats when I forget to wear those little annoying footy socks. Moist is a holding pattern. It’s in between. It’s stagnant. It’s when I keep getting in and out of the pool and stay in my bathing suit all day. Moist is where yeast likes to grow. And fungus. Mushrooms love a nice moist dog turd (are you guys still reading this? Have you felt the need to hurl, yet?).
A Moist Blog perhaps is a blog that has been left outside all night, forgotten. By morning, a nice layer of dew has formed. Like potential. Or maybe it’s been left sitting beside a waterfall and now a refreshing film of mist covers it. Or maybe it is a perfectly baked cake. Not too dry. Crumbly bits of words hidden under a layer of chocolate icing.
I think it’s working, I think the two words together are much better than they are apart.
I think I might like the idea of a moist blog. It is alive, refreshing, and full of potential, but without the calories of a moist cake.
What words do you find nauseating? Perhaps the word, nauseating?
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