My favorite word is “streamers.” As in the party decoration.
I used to have two favorite words. Flabbergasted and discombobulated. I liked these words because they were delightfully humorous and unexpected. I was flabbergasted that flabbergasted was a word the first time I heard it.
However, these words that I formerly fancied, are nothing compared to streamers. I think it’s the way it sounds when you speak it and also the positive connotations of celebrations it holds for most of us. As streamers is not a word we use much in everyday conversation, I see it as special word and because of this it never fails to bring me happiness.
I really don’t appreciate that Wikipedia has neglected to provide a page on streamers of the celebratory variety. If I knew how, I would create one myself and go through far too much trouble to provide far too much information on this colorful subject. Yet at the moment, I do not possess any information on the origin and history and modern uses of streamers. I would really like to see the kindly Mr. Rogers of Mr. Rogers’ neighborhood do a “How it’s made” segment on streamers.
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Havingtroublebreathing. Just looked up Mr. Rogers to see if he ever visited a streamers factory. And he’s gone. Stomach cancer. February 27 of 2003 must have been the darkest day of my lifetime, and I didn’t even notice. I’ve been living in blissful ignorance for 12 years while that wonderful man has long left the world he so improved through his inspiring songs and heroic activism. I don’t think there will ever be cause for streamers in my life again.
Rest in peace, my favorite neighbor.