http://glennagirl.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] section7mfu2019-09-28 08:34 am
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Word of the Day

Use the word of the day in a few sentences, and post that into the comments.

Bombinate

[bahm-buh-nāt]Part of speech: verb

Origin: latin, 19th century

  • To buzz
  • To drone
  • To hum

Examples of Bombinate in a sentence

  • The bombinating of the bees grew louder and louder as we got closer to their hive.
  • After complaining for hours, his voice just sounded like a bombinating mess.
April was searching for Illya among the men gathered around the fire, but the fierce accent that rose above them was distracting, like the bombinating of a hive of bees. (Okay, I admit it's a stretch, but I wanted to use this photo... for obvious reasons.)
April was searching for Illya among the men gathered around the fire, but the fierce accent that rose above them was distracting, like the bombinating of a hive of bees. (Okay, I admit it's a stretch, but I wanted to use this photo... for obvious reasons.)

About Bombinate

It turns out the bombination — or buzzing — of mosquitoes does more than just annoy humans. Because female mosquitoes are larger, their buzzes are a lower pitch. This helps males identify and find them for mating.

Did you Know?

Bombinate is a fun word to say, and the Renaissance–era writer François Rabelais may have agreed. Long before it entered English, the earliest form of the word appeared in a satirical piece he wrote about the Latin language.

[identity profile] banemmanan.livejournal.com 2019-09-28 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
As she traversed the upper floor, April found herself distracted from the task at hand; she couldn't keep her mind from wandering and worrying. She took a deep breath and cleared her mind but moments later caught herself wondering how Mark was faring with the outer buildings. She huffed with frustration. She'd been trained better than this and she wasn't going to let the infuriating noise get to her.
Some unseen machine within the building was bombinating constantly in a pitch which rose and fell in different parts of the corridor with no clear pattern. It played havoc with her nerves and it wasn't hard to guess that that was it's main purpose.
It put her on edge. It didn't help that she hadn't encountered a single soul throughout the entire building. To all intents and purposes, it seemed to be deserted. But it shouldn't have been. Any moment she expected to see a THRUSHee turn the corner and catch her in the act of investigating the satrap, but nobody ever did.
She approached another door to a thrumming crescendo and could feel her muscles tense up in anticipation. Forcing herself to relax, she slipped through the door and into a room of pure darkness.

[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com 2019-09-29 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Very nicely written!

[identity profile] banemmanan.livejournal.com 2019-09-29 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you very much! :D