February 9th, 2009
Sekrit message for
aelfgyfu_mead: I ran across this story, and thought instantly of you. (Despite the icon, it's not porn.)
I got the gist, but had to look up the translation before I completely understood it. *g*
I got the gist, but had to look up the translation before I completely understood it. *g*
You. Yes, you. You like words? Of course you do; you're on LiveJournal, after all.
Save The Words.
A website where you can adopt words that may otherwise sadly fall into disuse, and be dropped from the Oxford dictionary. Dropped! Imagine - words that are no longer real words. A fate akin to death. For words, that is.
I myself have adopted ficulnean. When, for example, I tell you that fig-tree trunks often bear large nodal tumors, where branches have been shed or removed, I am giving you some ficulnean information. Ficulnean: worthless information regarding fig-tree wood. Yes, there is a word for that. Aren't you glad to know it?
There are plenty more where that came from - words such as woundikins, artigrapher, dodrantal, xenization, and teterrimous (none of which are recognised by LJ's own spellchecker).
No, I don't know if there's a point to this website. Frankly, nor do I care. I just couldn't resist their little voices, crying out, "Me, me! Pick me!"
Save The Words.
A website where you can adopt words that may otherwise sadly fall into disuse, and be dropped from the Oxford dictionary. Dropped! Imagine - words that are no longer real words. A fate akin to death. For words, that is.
I myself have adopted ficulnean. When, for example, I tell you that fig-tree trunks often bear large nodal tumors, where branches have been shed or removed, I am giving you some ficulnean information. Ficulnean: worthless information regarding fig-tree wood. Yes, there is a word for that. Aren't you glad to know it?
There are plenty more where that came from - words such as woundikins, artigrapher, dodrantal, xenization, and teterrimous (none of which are recognised by LJ's own spellchecker).
No, I don't know if there's a point to this website. Frankly, nor do I care. I just couldn't resist their little voices, crying out, "Me, me! Pick me!"