It’s Save-a-Word Saturday! For any who need a reminder of/never knew what that means, here’s how it goes:
1) Create a post linking back to the hosts, The Feather and the Rose.
2) Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in the post. (If you find yourself in want of options, Feather ‘n’ Rose recommended a site that may have some word-lovers drooling. Luciferous Logolepsy. Even its name is old and delicious!)
3) Provide a definition of your word, and use it in a sentence/short paragraph/mini story vaguely related to the particular week’s chosen theme.
4) Sign up properly on the host post’s linky list so participants can easily find each other and share their logophilistic joy.
5) Be a hero by sharing these retro words with the world!
I’ve been participating in the weekly fun via my “Ballad of Allyn-a-Dale” Facebook page, giving myself the extra challenge/fun of relating every word I pick to my re-imagining of the Robin Hood legend, the “Outlaws of Avalon” trilogy (a.k.a. the magnum opus to be self-published after the completion of “The Wilderhark Tales”). But I figure, hey, with my vignettes generally pre-written and ready to go, no reason I can’t post them here for the blog-inclined to see!
So, without further delay, here’s my word-saving civic duty of the day – a sequel to the “buttered toast” themed S-a-W-S a few weeks back.
The theme: Bacon.
The word: “Obfuscate”, a verb meaning “to confuse, bewilder, or stupefy”.
All hope of a quiet breakfast dissipated as Allyn and Little John were joined by a breathless Will Scarlet. “All right, fight practice is over, here I am! Sorry I’m late!”
At the sight of the partially empty skillet sitting on the banked fire, he moaned. “…Sorrier than even I first supposed. I can’t believe you people didn’t save me any bacon!”
“No bacon to save,” said Little John, in his habitually minimal manner.
“As is evident,” said Allyn, gesturing to the skillet, “he chose to make sausage this morning.”
“Sausage over bacon??” Will’s stare for Little John suggested the man utterly obfuscated him. “It’s like you’re not even American.”
Little John gave him a loaded look. “We’re not.”
“Like that’s an excuse,” Will grumbled, dropping to a seat on the ground and piling the remainder of the sausages atop a generous slice of toast. “Destroying the evidence,” he said, when Allyn opened his mouth to protest. “When Robin and Marion arrive, we’ll tell them it was bacon. Your reputation will thank me later, Little John.”
“Which will be more than Robin and Marion will do,” said Allyn under his breath.
IN OTHER NEWS, the polls are open in #PonyFest13 (as hosted by Rebecca Enzor)! If you’re not sure what I’m talking about, my “Stone Kingdom” leading man Edgwyn Wyle explained it all during last week’s Save-a-Word Saturday. As a reminder in brief, if my pony design racks up the most votes, I’ll win a sweet prize package including various books and (wow-y-wow-wow) an actual My Little Edgwyn Pony doll, custom made!
So if you’re looking at my pony pic thinking, “Aw-w, how can I resist voting for a cutie like that?!” then throw resistance to the wind, hop on over here, and cast your vote for my ponyfied tailor! Huge, mega-appreciative thanks in advance to all you kind souls who do. (: May the best pony win!