the word of the day

the word of the day is temporarily hanging up its capitalized cleats. 'cause i'm sick. my throat hurts. real bad. i just can't do the capitals tonight. i know you all expect me to be this capitalized, bolded out, 8-ball sucking vortex of weeknight mania, but i can't do it tonight, i'm sick, all right, get off my fucking back before i stomp on your clavicle.

jesus, you people.

the word of the day is fuselage

n. the main body of an aircraft

ORIGIN early 20th cent.: from French, from fuseler ‘shape into a spindle,’ from fuseau ‘spindle.’

capitals/bolding not mine. let's remain clear on that front.

i found this word in the great santini last week sometime and wrote it down. my throat hurts too badly right now to look up the sentence in which it was found. suck it.

jon's sentence (js): "my, what a compelling fuselage you have," said one f8 crusader aircraft to another. the second f8 crusader, upon registering the compliment, began to leak jet fuel all over its four 20 mm (.79 in) cannon, a retractable tray with 32 unguided Mighty Mouse FFARs, and cheek pylons for two AIM-9 Sidewinder air-to-air missiles. it was just like that.