This winter, I drove over some black ice, which caused a severe case of autoschediasm. Remembering a factoid from a high school driver’s ed course, taken during the Kennedy Administration, I steered the car in the direction of the skid, while extemporizing new ways to use the F-word, as a noun, adjective and verb, at the beginning, the end, and even in the middle of a word.
I think nowadays they teach you to “steer in the direction you want to go” which doesn’t seem particularly helpful.
The point is to align your steering angle with where the rear of the car is going. If you oversteered, understeer until you get control back.
We all learned in grammar school about prefixes (modifiers added at the beginning of a word) and suffixes (modifiers added at the end of a word), but the infix (modifier inserted in the middle of a word) pretty much unique to the F-Word, is the one we learn later in life.
However, if this were to occur —say next to a humid seacoast— there would probably be an associated hum in my head, with this little voice saying "Kiss your a** goodbye", or "Adios, Mustache", or I'd be bidding my stomach adieus or some such. Then, my not being around would tick off my cat; housemaids would have to come in to clean up the place – what a mess!
That’s tmesis, abso-freaking-lutely.