I still got nuttin’ for ya, Interwebz. Well, nothing that I think you’d want anyways. You’re all welcome to cart off this plague, though. There seems to be plenty of it to go around.
Ok, I’ll help you waste another ten minutes of your day with this beautiful site.
As I’ve said before, I just love words. I make them up all the time. We all do, right? That’s why the dictionary people have to keep reprinting their big, thick tomes after adding words like dude, email, and douchepocalypse.
But this is where it gets sad, Interwebz. They have to make room for those shiny, new words. Which means some of the dusty, old, neglected, forlorn words get thrown out with the coffee grinds and egg shells. What word could possibly deserve such a fate? (No. Not even smegma. You take that back.)
It’s up to us to save the words! Look, I’ll show you how easy it is. I’ll use a few of the words I just learned to describe a conversation Rocco and I had just last night.
After a cacatory weekend, I quaeritated Rocco to fetch more toilet paper. He thought my request was an icasm, so sadly he did not procure any. In response, I accused him of being a foppotee. He retorted by calling me a phlyarologist who should join the Republican party. Though we were both in acrasial states due to our lack of sleep, we somehow managed to keep the argument fairly clean and only resorted to the occasional woundikins.
But my absolute favorite? Drollic. It’s an adjective defined as “pertaining to puppet shows.”
What word will you adopt? Pick your own at Oxford’s Save The Words. Do it for the kittens. (But not Mildred. She’s on my shit list. Literally.)