Nov 19
When a “racecar” is a “racecar”
Cats: words|Did you know that the word “racecar” is spelled the same backwards?
Go head. Get your pencil out and spell it backwards. See?
They call these things Palindromes. (Say, that’s also a description for Sarah who looks the same going forwards as she does going backwards. Does that make Tina Fey a “Palin”drome.)
Other examples of palindromes are:
rotavator
redivider
Hannah
A man, a plan, a canal, Panama.
Can anyone add a Palindrome to my list?
November 19th, 2008 at 11:19 am
Madam, I’m Adam.
A slut nixes sex in Tulsa.
November 19th, 2008 at 1:01 pm
Bob.
Dad.
Eve.
Gag.
Maam.
Mom.
Naan.
Pop.
SOS.
Tot.
Wow.
Yay.
LOL
November 19th, 2008 at 1:02 pm
1) Madam, in Eden I’m Adam
2) Dwell lazily at spots won in raw iris abandon.
Aloha! I lick commode robots. Must I see fan Nehru flush? Salsa video boys tug tubs. Sarcastic, I lose hair as I hem a tie. Madame, do bards, seldom aerobic, ire my lopsided, noble gym? Every task ropes a basalt as I sun on a senile, female, tardy, hot sire wolf’s tired robe. Rot! To bore roses, net a tundra hag, nostril fallen, evil. Draw no nets! A hot dog may age by bursting. Oh; dogs, aware of a live, natural, intense odor, engorge on a cat ego. Dogs’ sarcasm, idly rebred, limps, agile. Emit stark capons to bore vigor. I act. I golf. Feeble gnats–elongated until rats erupt–I burst, I rip: snacks, all! I partly rebel, a part lunatic at peeking. I, lame, wave. Do not doom; save sex in Laos. “Emus,” said Al Gore, “need erasure! Vile dodos! Panda bane, design in raw natron, I made us silos, ore–arid and loco! Stop DNA? No, Erfoud!” Live seed, spat on Ernie’s runaway roll or bun, signals nil. I hinder a ward. Emote, pop an Ephedra wad. Alas, a nut—a now otiose nut—tastes putrid! Piss upon a brutal foe! So, hero, will I tune my metal laser? It was in! Is Salem an ellipse? Lo, ma! Caught or free, bar again a bad liaison, Ezra, Gus. Tense, we draw no red. Now, a “peeking” is a sin, Alan. I know slang is drab, so I hone my Latin. I rob, allay old ire. Wait! I limp, sir. Can I sprawl labored on an anodyne dignitary? More hay? Not I. Am I too hot to hoot? I’m an unsure vessel. First, is God agnostic at all, a siren trap, a silly didactic ill? I nab mud, maiden nuts. Sue mimes a clan my hymn. (It is torrid and I rule liver worms.) Agronomic, I nap in a bin…embedded if nocturnal. I’m so symbolic a muse, Nola! Ogres are ogres, Selma. I, Tony; as I live on hair a pond eel bites, I sniff umbrage–but still a gut I rob. Alyssa got evil: a son, a clover emetic! Xena, mow a nacre veneer field. Arcade wires alter ruts. I held dirt; now I dine! Gag! I’d render every menu terse. Do I degauss a yam? No, I tar okra. Don, emir–Caesar–enamel banana caps! Nail a tie to me, radio valet. Oh–at Nero’s bar, garbage breeds a pope nil, nosey Ella. Keep sloops secret. See us sin on extra pistol ipecac. I bore. An ax is no sleepy, calm lab! Men even appall a sabred, insane metal Bosnia/Peru tussle era. Gall, irk, and stun, laser cadet, a noted smirk corps! Away! A paper ark, radar evocative, tips Boston: “Odd as Maine trams, I collate my metal loci. Smarten!” I am sad. Do not sob; spit! Evita, cover a dark, rare papaya wasp. Rock rims detonated acres, Al. Nuts, DNA, krill, agar, eels, suture pains, oblate men–a snider basal lap pan, even–embalm lacy peels on six anaerobic ace pilots. I, part xenon, issue ester cesspools. Peek! All eyes online pop as deer beg a bra grab. So rent a hotel. Avoid a remote Italian spa. Can an able man erase a crime no dark oration may assuage? Diodes retune my revered nerd. I gag. Enid, I won’t riddle his turret laser. I wed; a cradle I free. Never can a woman excite mere volcanos alive to gassy labor! I tug all its tube garb. Muffins I set; I bleed! No pariah, no evil: I say not, “I am lesser”! Go, eraser, go! A lone sumac I lob. My [SOS!] Milan rut confided, Deb,…men I ban! I panic: I’m on orgasm row! Revile lurid nadir rot! Sit in my hymnal case; mime us. Stunned, I am dumb; an illicit cad idyll is a partner. Is all a tacit song? A dog sits. Rifles sever us, nun. AM I too hot to hoot, Ima? I, Tony–a hero? My rating I deny. Don an anode, Rob. All warps in a crisp militia. We rid loyal labor in Italy, men. Ohio’s bard signals won kin!: Alan is a sign I keep a wonder. Onward, ewes! Net sugar…Zeno’s! I ail. Dab a Niagara beer froth, guacamole spill. Enamel as sin, I saw tires; all ate my menu till I wore hose. O flat urban opus, sip! Dirt upsets; attune. So, Ito won a tuna salad award, eh? Pen a pope tome. Draw a red nihil; in slang: I snub roll or yaw. A nurse in Reno taps Dee’s evil duo: Freon and pot! So, cold nadir aerosol issued a minor tan warning. Is Eden a bad nap? So DO deliver us! Are Dee, Nero glad? I assume so. Al nixes Eva’s mood to nod. Eva, we malign. I keep tacit an ultra-pale beryl trap. I’ll ask, “Can spirits rub it: pure starlit nude tag?” No, lest angel beef flog it, Cairo! Give robots no pack rat’s time. Eli, gasp!: milder beryl dims a crass god! O! Get a canoe. Grog, Nero, does net nil: a rut, an evil, a foe raw as god. Hog nits, Ruby, beg a yam god to hasten onward. Live, Nell, a flirt song, a hard nut, a tense, sore robot! To reborder its flower is to hydrate lame felines: an onus. Is Atlas a base pork satyr, Eve? My gel, bonded, is polymeric. (I bore a mod, less drab ode.) Madame, I tame his aria. He solicits a crass but gutsy oboe diva. Slash sulfur henna fees! It sums to boredom: mock cilia!
¡Hola! Nod; nab a sir, I warn. I now stop: Stay, Liz, all lewd.
November 19th, 2008 at 1:04 pm
Mel Gibson giving direction for “The Passion of the Christ”:
NAIL A TIE TO ME. EMOTE ITALIAN.
On the Middle East, Western decadence and bioterror:
OIL, OPEC INFO TO PASTE:
“GEHENNA IS PEPSI”
ANNE, HE GETS A POT OF NICE POLIO.
On corporate America trying to drive Native Americans to urban areas for mineral rights:
ON PAR, CEO
WE RID, LOYAL
LAST FIGHT
I WIN
(“I” SYMBOLIC)
I LOB MY SIN
I WITH GIFTS ALLAY OLD IRE, WOE
CRAP, NO!
Suicide note left one lonely Japanese night:
TIA,
WITH GIN FITS ALL WARPS:
DIRT UPON A BRUTAL FOE, MACABRE PUS…
OSAKA–SO SUPERB A CAMEO:
FLAT, URBAN,
O PUTRID SPRAWL…
LAST IF…
NIGHT…
I WAIT….
November 19th, 2008 at 2:21 pm
I love palindromes. And we named our youngest daughter with one, Hannah.
November 19th, 2008 at 4:04 pm
Palidrome is one of my all-time favourite words (next to paradox). I collect them.
Here’s one for today:
Red rum, sir, is murder.
November 19th, 2008 at 4:40 pm
Monkey, thanks, especially the second one. Sweet.
Dick, thanks. Off the top of yer head, then.
TagBagger. That long one is incredible. What kind of mind would have the time and space to make that up.
TagBagger2 hmmm. OMG, that last one. Is it truly a suicide note.
Bubs, Bubs is almost a palindrome too, just drop the s
Allison, that’s perfect.
November 19th, 2008 at 7:07 pm
Does Tagbagger have a job?
November 19th, 2008 at 11:30 pm
I thought Bubs was saying they named their daughter Pallindrome!
Only one I know is Madam I’m Adam.
November 20th, 2008 at 1:12 pm
Huh?
November 20th, 2008 at 5:42 pm
Weird! My husband and I were talking about palindromes this morning, then it came up again in one of my math classes this afternoon, and now here!
Go Hang a Salami, I’m a Lasagna Hog!
November 20th, 2008 at 9:36 pm
The little typist would enjoy Otto Undercover by Rhea Perlman – full of palindromes!
November 22nd, 2008 at 2:17 pm
No, but I stayed at a Holiday Inn Express last night…
Yes GT, the “suicide note” is amazing-very Haiku.
November 22nd, 2008 at 6:39 pm
Weird Al has an entire song–aptly titled “Bob”–made up of palindromes. Some of them are hysterical, and his delivery helps. You can watch the video on youtube, here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nej4xJe4Tdg
November 24th, 2008 at 10:15 am
Tonardo, not a job that matters.
Barbara, that’s what I first thought too
Sister Sara, I’ve never heard that one. Thanks
Shauna, I’ll look that one up thanks. And Welcome to GT
Tagbagger, Is Holiday Inn Express a palindrome?
Holly, hilarious. Nice to hear from you again