Yes, as the excited twittering over there on the right suggests, the folks at WOTD have accorded this back-formation word status.
If this keeps up, next thing you know kipple will be declared a real word, and I will be forced to do away with my "How do you like Kipling?" list.
FWIW, I'd a spelled it "quizzle". As in quizzle mah pizzle, schamizzle.
I think the reason that jelly shoes are always trending is that yarb keeps clicking on this page, lured back each time by the unerotic and slightly creepy visual. Maybe the woman, if that's what the creature is, is Belgian.
Oops! I just clicked on the photo, to discover that, on closer inspection, it's a young girl. Which makes the part above creepily inappropriate. Sorry, yarb!
The scores of public automobiles were engaged by joyous parties who sallied to the rural resorts, each Juan with his vahine.
Rilly, "Mystic Isles of the South Seas"? You and Tintin might get along famously.
WHY, for the love of PETE, whoever he IS, does this site still take FOREVER to LOAD?!
Bonne question. it's not as if the huge amount of content is slowing it down, as all the good stuff is down there in the disused nuclear fallout shelter, or has been sold to the Estonians to defray expenses. But I never gave permission for my content to be made summarily unavailable for months on end with no warning, or for it to be sold to the Estonians, the greedy bastards. Note that "Estonians" in this post is being used as a generic, intended-to-be- humorous reference to a mysterious people I know nothing about, except that their entire country is internet-wired out the wazoo, and that you can't take a leak in Tallinn without first punching in your PIN, so that sewerage treatment charges can be debited to your account. Oops! I think that last sentence might have made things worse, not better.
After feasting on fufluns and S'mores,
Ruzuzu was craving some snores,
Then along came GHibbs*,
Whose intellectual squibbs
Gave her much-needed snores in the stores.
OK, it needs some work; I'd be the first to admit it.
*: 3rd person singular of the verb, to Ghibb, which - as best as our crack etymolinguistic detectives have been able to ascertain - seems to mean "to have a charming, if slightly baffling, obsession with verbs in the 3rd person"
Because, when he was picked up on the side of the Westchester Expressway, where someone had apparently thrown him out of a car, he had only three and a half legs and a bloody, vestigial tail. Poor Stumpy!
Now deceased, seen here in tutu (this is what happens when one leaves one's puddy-tat in the care of unscrupulous house-sitters). Aka Sputnik the cat, because I was ashamed to admit to the vet I had named my cat "Stumpy".
You could see if this stick sticks to those sticks.
You could see if these sticks stick to those sticks.
I wonder if bears ever get tired of laying (stic) on grass dirt and sticks.
I wonder if a fossilized tappen could be mistaken for a sticky stick.
The problem with parking one's car over in the FB garage is that you are never sure who can rummage through the glove compartment and discover your innermost secrets. "Friends" of people who bullied you in high school, assorted riff-raff, people who scatter grocer's apostrophe's (sic) throughout their barely literate updates with gay abandon. It's enough to make one give up driving altogether.
See, e.g. QI Series I episode 3 , at around the 4:45 mark, but watch the whole thing, as it is very funny throughout. They also discuss the sarcastrophe, semi-colonic irrigation, and an ingenious way to murder your partner.
It's sort of like a Victorian onesy.
My guess would have been a coffin, suitable attire for taking a dirtnap.
I, myself, of course have my own special comfy burrow-coat; a sort of foxy dressing-gown. I wear it on those rare occasions when I dine alone, e.g. on a tasty Welsh rabbit.
My friend Gabriella helped me pick them out. They aren't quite as snazzy as the specs I got in Madrid, but they are chic nonetheless. This being France, they won't be ready for a week, so photographic evidence will have to be added later.
Ahhh. It was the width=100% part that I left out. Thanks, leaden. They are still barstids, though, but maybe only of a degree of barstidliness warranting only a single exclamation point.
Of course, the more I look at the image in question, the less it looks like a fox, and more like a cat.
Also, this seems a good a time as any to rectify a previous omission. Namely that, dear leaden, you are a god(dess) and your contributions to the stinking embers of the site are a welcome antidote to the bile induced by aforementioned stinking embers.
The first person to look this up on Wordnik?! How can this be? For a discussion of the contribution of this delicious culinary item to my recent Hibernian gastronomic excess, see this link. Warning: may induce salivation.
I don't see why we couldn't set up a temporary camp here.
I hate to say it, 'zuzu, but I think you may be suffering from Stockholm syndrome. We could do any number of things, but my point is, we should not be forced to go to ridiculous lengths to do things that were once straightforward. Have you ever read the book "Ella Minnow Pea"? It's a good metaphor for recent experience on this site.
Based on my own most recent experience of the phenomenon you describe, the phrase "adulterous friend" comes to mind. He said he was gone away on a trip, but in fact he was cavorting with his wife's (former) best friend.
My question was whether or not there is a word for this kind of construction:
"the French ability to, and tolerance for, bullshit, is absurdly high", in which a faux-parallel structure is imposed, despite "bullshit" being used as both verb and noun in the given example.
Jesus Christ on a ciabatta roll! This site is less than worthless. Everything that used to work no longer works. And the silence from the powers that be is deafeningly eloquent. Are there any plans to restore lost functionality? Comments are disabled on almost everything, sitewide, which is certainly one way of reducing user input.
What prompts this outburst is the discovery that one can no longer submit a request to the former "lost for word" page. Because that's a list, see, and of course, commenting on lists is verboten. Maybe I could send someone a note on their profile. Woopsy! That's been impossible for how many months now? Yes, that's right - MONTHS - not days. Sinverguenza!
Ruzuzu has sweetly created a "lost for word" word listing, on which she provides a link to the former "lost for word" list. For the life of me I cannot understand why, because there is no useful content accessible at the link.
I actually had a question, which might have been of interest when this was an actual site used by people interested in words, and not just another stinking internet charnel heap. But F### Wordnik and its indifferent administrators; I'll ask it over on Facebook.
Or not at all.
FOR SHAME. FOR SHAME. FOR SHAME
Italian opposition politicians have been joined by a leading Catholic publication and even government MPs in expressing outrage after Italian prime minister Silvio Berlusconi joked he was thinking of renaming his political party Forza Gnocca, which translates as Go Pussy.
The visuals say it all, really. Further comment would be superfluous, except to observe that this is now the latest trend in Cork, Ireland. Presumably, after a raucous weekend of hen-partying at the clambake, the ladies recover with a nice fish pedicure.
The heraldic list of hh is a thing of beauty, having that daunting comprehensiveness that puts us dilettantier listmakers to shame.
dilettanty seems like it should be a heraldic term in its own right, e.g. the Blenkinsop-ffrobisher crest is two fops-dilettanty, gules sinister, bar none, fess up, pelican in her vuln, with an ermine trim and flamingos fulminant, dexter poinsetty sanguine
I may be only the second person to look this up on Wordnik, but I know that this is really the feast day of Saint Francis of Assisi, because I received my secondary education, such as it was, from the Franciscans.
Also, why are none of my cow pictures featured in the visuals for this page?
And then there's this:
Skippy excited today is Jersey shore day & yes, Skippy talk about himself in the 3rd person, Skippy strrrooongggg BEEFCAKE!
If I wuz a stripper, my name would be Sir Loin becuz imma damn beefcake son....
TWITTER. Elevating the quality of Wordnik discourse since June 2011. Even though every remotely useful aspect of the site has been irreversibly FUCKED UP for months now.
Then there is porkphyria pigmentosa, a porcine malady (involving severe sensitivity to sunlight, if you must know) that manifests in piggies who over-indulge in a certain variety of clover.
What's that you say? It doesn't fit the criterion? Picky, picky, picky.
Congratulations, new interface!!! After mature consideration, I found that I had no option other than to have you usurp the former champion cremains as my least favorite "word". And although I have never felt until now that the "most favorite" category deserved to be populated, I have finally decided that there is a worthy contender. And that worthy winner is Wordie. I should concede that Pro's profile choices may have played a role in my deliberations. Prolagus, fratello mio!
Story of the day: kick boxing Duchess of Northumberland to hold cage fights at Alnwick Castle.
You know, on mature reflection, maybe my gut reaction against including Tweets on the "Comments" page was premature.
Hands milos a soothing flaky French fuflun and murmurs "there, there. There usedto be a wittle scrollie bar at one time -- you didn't imagine it.
But refuses to hand over any umbrage. Because umbrage is for taking, not giving!
Funny, civil, and intelligent. The magic trifecta, with or without the Oxford comma. Or is it the Harvard comma? I can never remember.
Tosses reesetee a delicious, flaky, froggy fuflun. Woulding take umbrage, but there's a hole in my becket, feckit, and it keeps leaking out.
My current primitive apartment here in Paris has a bathroom with a bath, but without a toilet in it. I would take a photo, but I'd feel obliged to clean the tub first, and there is an NCIS marathon on Canal 6 and I have to see if Ziva gets away from the bad guys, all of whom are speaking French with hidesous accents
And, if anyone is wondering why I have broken this into several comments, it's because I can only see 3 or 4 lines at a time to edit, and experience shows that typos are likely to be roundly mocked by some kind of antipodean loquacious kumquat ....
In my more charitable moments, I empathize with the folks doing the code fixing, and imagine they probably feel like Andrew Wiles may have felt when someone pointed out the "gap" that needed fixing in his proof of Fermat's last Theorem. "Mind the gap", as it were :-)
Besides which it's our only know link to bilby baggins and the loquacious kumquats, or whatever he calls his band of antipodean irregulars these days. he keeps trying to burrow deeper into obscurity, but instinct still drives him to post here from time to time....
Thanks, Erin. Of course everyone probably knows by now I have the Wordnik bug too bad ever to give up completely, despite my occasional harrumphings. So I will take the temporary site difficulties as a sign that I am really supposed to be working on my French vocabulary at the moment, and keep checking back in from time to time.
Nice try, and I love you as a human being, or what I know of you. But even you must be finding this an embarrassing sell at this point. Why not admit defeat?
Really -- wordnik took what was a ni8ce loittle corner of the intenet and for reasons unknown and unintelligible to the former users beat it inot the ground and mmade it worthless.
Thanks, rolig. I just came to the site to leave a comment on my profile page to the effect that I was back in Paris. But even doing such a simple thing is now impossible. Which leads me to the regretful decision not to bother to check back in here. if you can access my profile page (not always easy, you will find links to my goodreads and facebook pages). This site wasw enormous funj for a while. until it got brokien beyond recognition and reapir.
YEAH, 'ZUZU. But that was back in the days when this site was still a viable option. Something which is clearly no longer the case.
I'll look for you guys on goodreads or Facebook. But don't expect to see me here, on a site where I cannot even make a comment on my own profile page, let anlone read the commnets of others.
I fiddled with the image size, so it should be better now. A bit difficult, having to edit one's comment without actually being able to see it in the box. But this is the price we pay for progress. (Drinks a draught of wormwood, mixed with gall and gaws on a stale fuflun)
Prolagus wrote: "You can look at most of my recent comments and read them."
Clearly he hasn't plumbed the depths of the site's dysfunction. If you go to his profile page and click on the "Comments" link, you will find that it is broken.
Marky is entirely correct, unfortunately. It took 40 seconds for Firefox to load the supine page, and that kind of lag is basically prohibitive. It's distressing to see a site self-immolate like this one.
The fine white froth around the lips that is a characteristic of drowning victims. This definitely seems like a candidate for someone's (reesetee's?) "worse than it sounds" list. Most of the google hits for this term are gastronomic in nature, but there is a pretty delightful link to googlebooks:
I came across this indirectly while reading Ben Macintyre's "Operation Mincemeat"; in a discussion of the problems associated with faking a drowning victim, he refers to this particular symptom, but gets it wrong, calling it "champagne de mousse". It took a while to track down the correct term.
I have the same problem as oroboros regarding recent comments. When Wordie changed to Wordnik there was a very long transition period - several months - during which most comments were inaccessible. I remember being incensed at the time by the sudden, random disappearance of much of the site's most interesting content. I am not particularly incensed this time, because my expectations for the site are lower, but it strikes me as odd, and somewhat disappointing, that "improvements" still come with more than a little aggravation.
I don't feel any particular obligation to answer this question, which is, at face value, a little obnoxious. Does it bother you that I maintain a list of the word- and language-related books that I own, and that I might periodically update this list?
If I choose to add a comment that links to a review of the book in question at some later point, should I be expected to "justify" that as well?
This list is useful to me. I find your question to be out of line, though I'm sure you didn't mean to give offense.
I have the same difficulty. In addition, the ability to view whole swaths of content that were previously accessible has now been taken away. To mention just one example, I can no longer read back through the list of comments that have been left on my profile.
Over the last six weeks, the most basic functions on the site -- creating lists and adding words to them -- have undergone a significant deterioration. At times it's altogether impossible to add words; if it is possible, the response time has slowed to a glacial pace, so that there is little incentive to add new words.
Then, as other users have already remarked, the ability to contribute to, or benefit from, what used to be a fairly lively discussion among the site's most committed members has continued to diminish, to the point of being close to impossible at this point. I have no idea whether or not this is the result of a deliberate effort by the site administrators to shut down what they seem to regard as commentary that is extraneous to the site's overall mission. This is partly because I no longer understand what that mission might be. But it's hard to avoid the impression that user comments are no longer valued, given that almost every one of the recent changes has made it harder, not easier, to conduct any kind of meaningful exchange.
Even the utility of the site as a reference resource has deteriorated since the change from Wordie -- useful links that were previously immediately accessible have been hidden or taken away altogether.
It's all just a tiny bit soul-crushing, to be honest.
I have always believed that Daingean Uí Chúis was the proper designation for the capital of Kerry. The link suggests that the current name is actually An Daingean. Also, that not everybody is happy about it.
The most concise word to describe the relationship between Siegmund and Sieglinde in Wagner's Ring Cycle. The offspring of their incestuous coupling is the "hero" Siegfried, who is - perhaps not surprisingly - stupid to a degree that borders on mental retardation.
Of course, the only "hero" in the entire cycle is Bruennhilde, and not just because of the vocal pyrotechnics that her role demands.