I'm currently experimenting with the term "prayhard" as in "I can't believe what those prayhards are trying to ban now." It's easier to say than Dominionist.

technopsychosis

term i use to describe the mental condition one undergoes when confronted with malfunctioning gizmos. most often observed in people who have just lost money to a vending machine, or people who forgot to save their *important* data file(s) before catastrophic system failure. (see also senile VCR programming)

FOOMY

Bubbly, fuzzy and slightly viscious at the same time. The aura of particles around guiles sonic boom in street-fighter 2 used to get described as foomy

Whenever someone sneezes I say, "Gemeineschtunk!".

The late Jenny had a saying, she called warm, cozy nesting, like when there's a serious storm outside and you're inside on the sofa wrapped in a warm blanket with your cats and other loved ones an "in-there party".

"Cronk."

I don't know why or how, but I say this whenever I see a particularly gorgeous woman, usually with a tone of reverent awe.

Not like, "She's a cronk," but like, "Cronk! That chick is HOT!"

35 going on 13,

FR

I thought I'd invented "Freakazoid", but I've seen other people use it since. It's something like a freak, but it's more zoid like. I normally use it when my wife does/says something particularly bizarre. (Do all/most women have half a conversation in their heads then surprise their significant other with a total non-sequitur of a question, expecting them to have followed the entire internal monologue?)

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Not limited to women, mate. My inner monologue runs constantly, and occasionally breaks the surface tension of my conscious mind and manifests itself as speech. Which leads to my asking, "Did I just say that out loud?" several times a day. Meanwhile my wife is wondering why I'm talking about Italian track bikes or animal imagery in Djuna Barnes's Nightwood when she had just asked me whether we have any coffee filters left.

I think I can fix your problem, AC. Get a coffee machine with a gold filter.

Always with the bling-bling, Lithos. You must have expensive tastes.

I usually just use alcohol top treat my particular syndrome, that is, the inner-monologue-bubbling-up syndrome. As far as the obsession with italian track bikes, I'll have to rob a bank to take care of that, and the preoccupation with obscure Modernist literature, well...

Grad school. It'll either cure me or exacerbate the problem.

Charlie-Golf.

Years ago, I used to coach teenagers in amateur sport. They were a clever, adaptive bunch, and my vocabulary expanded as a result.

Some of them were smokers, as was I, at the time. Tobacco, you understand. Anyhow...

An orders group is a military term for a gathering wherein one shall either disseminate or receive orders. It is usually shortened to O-group. Well, the smokers on my team got hold of this neat acronym and perverted it a little; stepping outdoors for a cigarette, one of them began inviting the others to join him thusly: "C-group?"

I liked it, and adopted it.

A few years later, I was working on a military installation for a few months, sharing a barrack-room with an officer whose first language was not English. He was a smoker, and I still smoked, as well. One day soon after we wee billeted together, I grabbed my deck of smokes and cocked an eye at him.

"C-group, Monsieur Henreid?"

He looked at me in puzzlement. I explained.

"Orders group is O-group, right? Well, cigarette group is C-group."

"Ah! C-group! Yes, C as in Charlie! I thought you meant sea as in ocean!"

"Yes, Monsieur Henreid. C as in Charlie as in cigarette. Let's go have a cigarette group. A Charlie-Golf." (Charlie and Golf correspond to C and G in the phonetic alphabet.)

Over the next two years, I was to be treated to sporadic, guttural, and never unwelcome intonations of "Charlie-Golf, Monsieur Oldman?" at odd hours of the day and night. Beneath the smoke of several thousand Players, we became the best of friends.

I last saw Monsieur Henreid in 1999, and I quit smoking in 2000. But, for old times's sake...

Charlie-Golf, Monsieur Henreid?

MOM's story reminds me of one of my own. Well, it's not exactly mine, but since I'm the one telling it....

One of my best friends growing up and to this day my longest cherished friend had a kid brother who was wiz on drums, the incarnation of Steve Gadd except that Gadd isn't dead (yet). Anyway, my friend moved to Japan, I moved to Amsterdam, and his brother became a ski instructor out West.

He was also a ski patrol "agent," one of those guys who watches for avalanche conditions on the slopes. When he was out with his other ski instructor buddies on their own (checking for the aforementioned avalanches or just the conditions of the slopes), they'd occasionally have to pull over, as it were, and make sure everyone was still there. This was called a "safety check."

Except that every time they pulled over, they stoked up a fatty, so the phrase, "safety check" came to mean to toke up. When I still imbibed, that became my phrase of choice, as in: "Hey man, time for a safety check?"

Interestingly enough, my friends and I also used the term "safety meeting" during parties to alert fellow smokers who were "in the know" about such proceedings.
I no longer smoke pot but every time I do security for a convention or business I chuckle when safety meetings are called.


Another made up word I use is "bannanus" pronounced ban-anus. It refers to the banana's anus.
Thank you.
That will be all.

A wonderful story as always, MOM.

As for you reefer-smokin' hippies... get a haircut! (I kid)

My friend actually started a project to inject one of these into the mass concsiousness. The term was garfunkle:

Garfunkle : v : the sudden and unhyped disappearance of a formerly prominent person : "Man, where the hell is glenn, he get garfunkled or something?"

The origin of the word comes from Simon and Garfunkle. After they split, we heard a lot about Paul Simon, but nothing about Art Garfunkel. Thus . . pull a garfunkle.

A word in great big letters we found on a Blue Algae Warning sign, at a lake we went wakeboarding in, that has stuck with us since.
Namely as:
a) the word made no sense,
b) it was in the middle of nowhere; and..
c) didn't seem particularly focused on any one thing or person!

It's obviously offensive, and goes something like (apologies to small children or the word-associated sensitive)..

CUNTNUTS


And I've found the photo of the sign, in all it's glory

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Oh, this one I'm definitely going to use.

Noriega garfunkled it big time.
Debbie Gibson garfunkled years ago, thankfully.

Time-Porn : the inexplicable way people, especially characters in sit-coms, can afford expensive lifestyles without actually having the realistic means to afford it.

Example: Jennifer Anniston on "Friends". Works at a coffee bar by day. Able to afford a share in a spacious apartment with sizable deck in Manhattan. Ultimate time-porn.

'whorebasket'

Nothing witty or charming about it. It's usually something I yell out when I'm in traffic for some reason. I guess it's akin to 'asshat', which still makes me laugh when I hear it.

Wonder how many of these words we can get into the Collins "Living Dictionary".

Napon: the invisible particals emmited by a cat. They (the particles) tend to shut down the human nervous system, resulting in a nap.