|He Couldn't Feel Bad For Me. He Hasn't Any, Wossname, Glands. He Thought Bad For Me.
||[Sep. 27th, 2013|12:51 pm]
27 September 2013|
A thingameebob, a whatchamacallit, a doodad. An object of indeterminate identity, or of definite identity yet indeterminate name, whether you don't know it or can't quite recall it just now. A gadget. You know. A whatsit.
For some reason, anything I don't remember the name for is a yamaguchi. (Though this does sort of ensure that I always remember Kristi Yamaguchi's name.) My sister uses gibblischklops (my best guess as to the spelling.) Janet's kid brother refers to woobidoos. The interesting thing is that no one seems to question just what is meant by these placeholder names; we all know what we mean by the, the, wossname.
So what do you look for when you look? Hmmmn?
A whooziewhatsis. You know, the thingummy whatsisface gave us. Good ol' whatsisface, I'll never forget him. You remember, at that thingie. The thingie at that place.
Jeez, are you developing early-onset Alzheimer's? You don't remember anything!
So these two old couples were driving, men in the front, women in the back. The passenger was telling the driver about a fantastic restaurant. The food was fantastic.
"What's it called?"
"Oh, it's right on the tip of my ... um... um... name of a flower. Give me the name of a flower."
"No, not lily. Another one."
"Chrysanthamum? Hyacinth? Rose?"
"Rose! Rose, that's it." He turn around to face his wife. "Rose, what was the name of that restaurant..."
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
I think I just say "thingy." And then, usually, either I or my sister will repeat the word "thingy" in Terry Jones' voice, and then the conversation sort of goes downhill from there.
Edited at 2013-09-27 05:59 pm (UTC)
Always sends me to The Far Side -- "We've tried everything -- everything except this. We call it -- Mr. Thingie.
I call it a schmengydoodle and/or thingydoodle, or sometimes a whozits (sp?).
I use 'thing', actually. (You know, like the thing with the thing? yeah, that.)