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I think that's a measurement of tradesmen - "It's off by a pube."
 
Good lord, I go away for a few hours and come back to nefarious Scrabble play and sexual innuendo. Hell, it's not even innuendo. It's just Latin.

Somehow we ought to be able to work the word monster into this. A large mons pubis is a monster?
 
Monsignor's mons is a monster; it barely fits past the monstrance and during a monsoon one could shelter under it. I hae friend whose last name is Monsson. He'd enjoy this conversation and add to it without hesitation.

Ooo, ooo, I found a good mons word: MONSTRAVERUNT, WRIT OF, Eng. law. A writ which lies for the tenants of ancient demesne who hold by free charter, and not for those tenants who hold by copy of court roll, or by the rod, according to the custom of the manor. F. N. B. 31.

I have no idea what that means and hope no one will attempt to explain it.

Monsieur Monsson is a retired attorney.
 
I'm going to try to get some writing done today. But first, swimming. Water before the words.
 
"Monopsony" Gk. "sole buyer") "is the term used to describe a situation in which the relevant market for a factor of production is dominated by a single purchaser." Permian Basin Area Rate Cases, 390 U.S. 74, 794 n. 64 (1968).

Still mostly Greek to me.
 
I'm really enjoying the beautiful weather we've been having, and it's going to stay nice right through to the weekend.
 
I just now noticed your CS Lewis quote, Kerrin.

One does not know whether to laugh or cry over such remarks.

The unabridged version is even better:

"If you have hitherto disbelieved in miracles, it is worth pausing a moment to consider whether this is not chiefly because you thought you had discovered what the story was really about?—that atoms, and time and space and economics and politics were the main plot? And is it certain you were right? It is easy to make mistakes in such matters. A friend of mine wrote a play in which the main idea was that the hero had a pathological horror of trees and a mania for cutting them down. But naturally other things came in as well; there was some sort of love story mixed up with it. And the trees killed the man in the end. When my friend had written it, he sent it an older man to criticise. It came back with the comment, ‘Not bad. But I’d cut out those bits of padding about the trees.’ To be sure, God might be expected to make a better story than my friend. But it is a very long story, with a complicated plot; and we are not, perhaps, very attentive readers."
 
Isn't "mons" just a term for a mountain? cf. "Olympus Mons", the largest mountain in the solar system (on Mars).

There's no need to get off the planet to see Mons. It's a place in France. There was a famous battle there in the First World War. Battle of Mons - Wikipedia

Think I’m slowly becoming a misanthropic old man as I get older, with zero tolerance for idiots.

Good on you. Idiots (at least ones that refuse to learn and keep on being idiots, as opposed to people with the occasional brain fart) shouldn't be tolerated.
 
I ran out of Bubly again so am having a vodka and diet Pepsi
 
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