Multifarious Musings, Minutia, and Miscellanous Mentions

I kinda love the word “multifarious.” To me it sounds a bit like a combination of nefarious, mischievous, and mellifluous.

“Multifarious” seems likely to misbehave, doesn’t it? Perhaps it might steal our silverware or tell dirty jokes when children are present. But on the other hand, it could suddenly launch into a sweet ballad from the old country that reminds us of one our grandmother used to sing.

Hey there, ya’ mutifarious group of quaint old codgers!

Whatever sort of multiplicity it heralds, one expects something more intriguing from Multifarity than a mere random assortment of unrelated things.

But sadly, the boring old accurate title to this post might be:

Multifarious Musings, Minutia, and Miscellanous Mentions