Lately instead of hearing teenagers order their parental units to "chillax," I've been hearing "chillate." And because I'm old and always a dozen steps out of synch with contemporary culture I've begun to wonder where chillate comes from. Yeah, even I get chillax - that's pretty intuitive. But chillate? Not so much.
Might it be the verb form of achieving chillation? If one chillates, then she can acquire sublime chillation?
Or is it, like chillax, a smush of chill with another verb?
Chill + date? Relax, baby we're goin' to my place.
Chill + gait? Be cool when you walk.
Chill + late? Who cares if we get there last?
Chill + masticate? Chew lazily.
In completing their programs, figure skaters have fluid elements that they sail through and tougher bits that always seem to trip them up. The same can be said of actors: some lines are almost instinctive from day one and others never quite seem to be there.
For me, it's when I pray. (I know, I know, shocking to think that ever happens!) There are certain bits that break the old staccato rhythm.
"as we forgive those who trespass against us" - Except in my mind I'm thinking "Uhhh, nooooo, not at all like that, please."
"fruit of thy womb" - If you can get through that line and not picture the guys in their apple and grape costumes, then you ar a braver, stronger Catholic than me.
"surely goodness and mercy" - Shirley. Followed by the image of Shirley Jones in her velvet Partridge Family tux.
As George Carlin said, "Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things."
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