I Have No Nouns, and I Must Speak!

[kiya]

Non-spoilery comment on The Italian Job: Feature length souped-up Mini commercial.

Possibly minutely spoilery comment on The Italian Job: suspicion developing that Seth Green now typecast as the guy half of whose lines are followed with some variant on, ". . . huh?"

Miscellaneous conversations of the day have included: the peculiarities of amiably humming, puttering divinities; ...poppoppoppoppoppoppoppop...; the profound funny-looking-ness of the front ends of tractor-trailers when not possessed of a back end; and my continuing inability to have a conversation without resorting to hand gestures in place of significant numbers of substantives.

Comments

[mittelbar.livejournal.com]

oo la la!

Hey, if you need a noun, feel free to take anything you like out of my LJ. Just let me know.

[kiya]

Have you a superfluity of nounage?

See, I can remember things like 'superfluity' and fail utterly to remember what the right word might be for, like, those things, they have them next to booths where they check your identity before they let you in, and they pivot around one end, and are often painted orange and white or have blinkenlights on them or something, and I've got this lovely hand gesture to explain what they are only I don't seem to be able to make it and type at the same time.

You know. Substantives.

[oneironaut.livejournal.com]

Turnstiles?

[kiya]

That would be *spins finger around in a circle*, not *flaps finger up and down*.

[patgreene.livejournal.com]

ooh... way cool.