Kabob. Last night my mom invited me over for supper and was very excited about the fact that she made kabobs. The more I said the word, the more I laughed, and the more I laughed, the more I needed to explain my reasoning behind my opinion of the word (this was after Cabana Boy asked if I could collect social security based on my “condition”…heh, I wish “odd and poorly timed sense of amusement” was in the DSMIV; sitting around being kooky and laughing at words I find silly would be a nifty alternative to teaching preschool and hearing the Wiggles make more money than I ever will using words that don’t even exist).
I have decided that kabob, when you think about it, is a rather dissapointing word. It starts out with the “ka” part which would lead one to think of some great, action-packed word like “kaboom” or “kapow” or “kablam”….you know, like those great sound effect word bubbles they used in the 1960’s Batman starring Adam West. But then it ends in “bob.” Such a let down. What a great prefix “ka” could be! You can practically feel the potential energy in it, only to have it taper off into a whiney, mundane “bob.” KA-bob….meh.

So, that is how I feel about the word kabob. If you keep saying it over and over it sounds pretty funny too. Of course, I’m probably the only freak who has actually taken the time to linguistically analyze the auditory connotation of the syllables in the word “kabob.”

I guess it’s something a rabbity type person does.

purposeful glare at whoever had the final say in my daemon transmogrification