Flabellate. It’s an adjective meaning “fan-shaped.” Merriam-Webster and LACMA are playing a “match the word with the picture” game this week on Twitter, and it’s a much pleasanter distraction from certain daily horrors than the other daily distractions we’ve been getting from said horror-makers on Twitter. Other highlights from the game: kinker and natiform. What will tomorrow bring?
This image from the comic The Hand of Doom is nearly perfect, but it is missing one crucial element. A Don Martin sound effect.
Today’s word is actually a compound onomatopoeia. It is my favorite onomatopoeia, I think. I have known this onomatopoeia since I was a small child. It is:
SNAP PLOOBADOOF. This is the noise that Wonder Woman’s bra makes when she takes it off. Sometimes I do confuse this with “FLABADAP,” but that is of course the noise Rapunzel’s hair makes when she unfurls it. I’d like to thank Doug Gilford for finally making a dictionary of Don Martin’s onomotopoeiae (is that correct? I went to California public schools) as found in Mad Magazine. If you want to know the meaning of:
- ZAT (one of my earliest cartoon memories, thank you; I believe I was four years old when I first encountered this word)
- SHIF-SHAF SHABAMP MAMP SHOMPAH-BOMBAH DIMPAH MIMPAH FOMP-DABOMP! GADIFF-GADIFF GADAFF GADAFF GASMITCH GASMATCH KABOFF FAPADDA DAPADDA SWIPADDA DIPADDA FAP SPMAP GAMOP
you should just go to Doug’s site. Well done, sir.
I just had another one of those moments – one of those moments when I find a few of my interests have come together in a fantastic package, and I’m amazed that I didn’t know about this fantastic package earlier. An example earlier this year of one of these moments was when I started hearing about Edward Gorey’s naughty etiquette book The Recently Deflowered Girl. I have loved Edward Gorey and naughty books and etiquette since I was a kid, so how was it that I never knew about this book until this year?
But anyway, I just had another one of those moments. I love Mad Magazine artist Don Martin. I inherited my parents’ pretty good ’50s-’60s jazz vinyl collection. I play trombone. Why was I not aware until just 30 minutes ago that Don Martin made album covers for Prestige Records?
Finding these moments makes me feel like I’m on the right path somehow. Do you ever have these moments?