Is there a word for words made up of letters from one half of the keyboard or the other, such that you can type them easily with one hand?
Such as start, dear, card, fad, or, with the right hand, join, kill, jump, or hump?
‘Cause I like typing those sorts of words, for some reason.
Is that reason so you can hold a sandwich with your other hand?
Eh, it’s more that I feel like one of those James Bond tech guys who says “hold on, let me punch that up” while he types a quick command on the keyboard and strokes his goatee at the same time.
Suave, dontchaknow.
You’ll definitely need to be wearing the pink floaty shoes, then.
Well, now, I don’t want to be too suave, I am married, y’know. It simply would not do to be fighting off love-stricken co-eds.
I should not admit this, but I wanted those shoes so bad I could taste it.
Then I realized they’re probably not my size and bought myself some nice new red loafers instead.
It is ever so easy to make some yourself. They are no more than pink fun-noodles cut and duck taped to black butler shoes.
I hope the illusion was not too ruined for you just now.
No, I figured out quickly how to make them. I just wanted some ready-made ones, made by someone not me. I didn’t want them bad enough to make off with them, you understand, I just wanted them.
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s Super Sneaky Shoes.
It was momentary and I didn’t act upon it. Surely that has to count for something?
Thou art forgiven. Go and sin no more.
Lest you end up in Shoe Hell, where nothing is available in your size except some irregular Jellies.
I cannot wear Jellies and other assorted fisherman sandal type shoes as they squeeze my little feetmeat.
So, we are in agreement that Shoe Hell is a Bad Thing.
I think we all know how I feel about shoes.
It has been reported through the various news agencies.
I have ascertained, at least, the following priorities for you:
1. Looking at shoes.
2. Picking up bras.
Speaking of which, I need to go try that again. I need to find an entrance to the mall that doesn’t walk me past shoes.
Perhaps you could be helicoptered in.
You think they’d take the lid off Phipps for me?
With the right tools, any mall can become truck-like.
They’d expect me to spend much more money there if the let me take their lid off, though.
You’d have that helicopter to tote it out.
‘Cause I know you hate to tote.
I do hate to tote. I will do most anything else, but I hate to tote. I like to go shopping with my friend Deanna because toting a bunch of shopping bags makes her feel rich.
More to the point, I don’t necessarily so much like the actual shopping. I like the looking at the people and the touching of the things and the climate controlled nature of the mall. Except when it’s for antiques or junk, in which case I don’t care how the weather is in wherever I’m looking at and handling things.
And please, before anyone starts, no one-handed-typing jokes.
Please, for the love of Dog.
qwerty words?
Possibly, though qwerty is not one of them, with the y being in the domain of the right hand and all.
Perhaps qwert words? Or qwerts?
Quick, someone coin it!
qwerds?
PERFECT.
Hey — and I just realized that “qwerd” is a qwerd itself. So is “qwerds”, for that matter.
Well, that’s what makes it Perfect, of course.
Qwerd. Qwerd qwerd qwerd.
Nice.
qwerds
Somebody (vocab book? A Word A Day?) just had something on those words, and they didn’t have a word for them, so perchance qwerds is as good as we’ll get. And mighty good it is, if you ask me.
Re: qwerds
I’m with you, sister.
Alls I know is, the longest such word (for the left hand) is “stewardesses.”
Thank you. I have been wracking my brain for this information. I only knew ones it wasn’t.
How did you know such a thing?
Give me a break! What don’t I know?
Point taken.
I think we should start a rousing game of Stump the Chump.
By “we” I mean “you”. And you should make a whole special post just for that.
Yeah. Gunky.
Well? I’m waiting. Go ahead.
Wait. Which “you”, me or him?
You you, not him you. He won’t play. He’ll be squinchy-faced and disagreeable, until he proves he knows everything. Then he’ll be smug.
Ah.
So how does one start a game of Stump the Chump? Am I to pose some clever question that would Stump a Chump?
I think so. I’ve never actually played before, but that sounds right to me.
Alrighty then. I’m thinkin’.
But it reminds me of that Twilight Zone where the devil offers a man a deal where if the man can come up with something the devil can’t do, he’ll grant him some sorta prize or something. He’s allowed three questions, in which the man asks if there’s anywhere the devil can’t go (no), any place the devil can go but can’t return from (no), or anything the devil doesn’t know (no). The man then asks the devil to “get lost” and wins.
So, I figger Glenn’s like the devil, and it’s gonna take a whole lotta cleverin’.
‘Specially since he’s got the internet right there.