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  • Perhaps I was insane when I dreamed up this list?

    No, I was just intoxicated with the joy and power and music of words.

    We all were.

    I hope we all still are.

    December 16, 2021

  • Now I miss the 2015 version of sionnach. He got to travel to other countries and learn new languages.

    December 16, 2021

  • Bilby is correct.

    Bilby is (almost) always correct.

    Hi, oh big-eared one!

    December 16, 2021

  • Jean Dieudonne was a very influential French mathematician, who worked in the mid 20th century. He was one of the founding members of the collective that published under the name of Nicolas Bourbaki. The group, which was highly influential from the 1950s through the 1980s is best know for publishing a series of textbooks, collectively known as the Elements of Mathematics, The group is known for the extreme rigor with which they lay out the fundamentals of different branches of mathematics.

    Dieudonne's essay "The Architecture of Mathematics" has become known as Bourbaki's manifesto.

    October 1, 2021

  • Alexa, adjust the thermantidote..

    Never, under any circumstances, get a Nest thermostat in your home. It is the technology of Satan and you may wake up dead of hypothermia in the night.

    March 17, 2019

  • There is even the rarely spotted reverse milkshake duck, as discussed in the following story:

    November 5, 2018

  • So, not actually the youngest spawn of Drumpf?

    January 12, 2018

  • a mole catcher.

    According to Notes and Queries, 1882, "wont"is the common name in Radnorshire for a mole.

    January 12, 2018

  • Now there's a musical

    July 28, 2015

  • I agree with bilby, with the slight nuance that it often involves someone who deserves to be taken down a peg or two.

    It's probably more common to say "you're taking the piss" than to say 'you're taking the mick" these days.

    February 24, 2015

  • I miss the 2009 version of sionnach as well. He was much more fun than the 2015 model. Though his French was not as good.

    February 24, 2015

  • Bonsoir Monsieur Bilby,

    Where are you, actuellement?

    I am back in Paris, being forced to write about such big fat frauds as Charles "Mr Spleen" Baudelaire.

    But in two more weeks I shall be free, free as a bird!

    Now I need to go favourite the word "wentletrap".

    Adieu !

    January 10, 2015

  • Nice list!

    October 15, 2014

  • But who will win next year's Tour de Feance? Zat is ze question.

    October 11, 2014

  • I'm siding with yarb on this one!


    Foxy the Auld Wan.

    October 11, 2014

  • If you've got a cutie

    Who's a real cute patootie,

    keep him under your hat.

    Remember there's a dozen dolls fer every Dan ....

    Calamity Jane, or some other Western personage

    September 27, 2014

  • We all have dreams of meeting skipvia. (My, this comment font is tiny!)

    September 18, 2014

  • Gosh, it's been so long since I was on Wordie, I've forgotten just how much fun we had back in the day.

    September 18, 2014

  • As seen here, minutes 5 through 10:

    September 24, 2013

  • I am delighted to see Sécrétions Magnifiques on this list.

    September 23, 2013

  • Presumably it means "pratlike in nature", "having the characteristics of a prat", analogously to "bratty". The pratty = pretty version seems to stem from Scottish pronunciation, no?

    September 23, 2013

  • Bonsoir, bilby! Un salut de Paris à toi et à tous les marsupiaux, même les moins jolies.


    September 22, 2013

  • (# of chirps of the snowy tree cricket per 15 seconds) + 40 = Temperature in degrees Fahrenheit.

    Amos Dolbear, 1897, "The Cricket as a Thermometer"

    November 26, 2012

  • Around these here parts, they call me Noel Renard.

    November 24, 2012

  • So, seriously, how was Trieste?

    And I am crestfallen at the thought that I might not get a copy of that poetry 'zine. That I was promised. I'm only claiming what is rightfully mine. I suspect you are just holding out for some kind of quid pro quo. Which, fair enough, just say the word and I will be happy to send some kind of Parisian bauble or trinket winging your way.

    But I'm damned if I'm gonna post my street address here on Wordnik, and you have the vice of being nowhere else contactable, to my knowledge.

    It's an impasse.

    Happy Thanksgiving.

    November 22, 2012

  • I never did get my copy of that poetry rag where my delightful opus "Marmalade Cat Humiliation" is alleged to have appeared.

    What do you have to say about that, leather-ears? Did even a pang of regret enter your wizened marsupial soul as you jetted past Paris, on the way to a more cachet-laden dinner engagement with rolig, huh?

    Not that I am bitter. No, not me.

    November 21, 2012

  • And if you ask me anyone who tweets (God, how I hate being forced to use vile word) "Lured to lurid hues, lucid discontinuities churn out strips of woody putty coalesced to upheavals of eggnog organza: lime-twigged snowclones" is either trying too hard, or a reasonably clever machine.

    November 20, 2012

  • Just ask Papageno!

    November 20, 2012

  • Trying to remember the story of "The Beet Queen", and how she may have been crowned.

    November 20, 2012

  • Aw shucks! Thank you.

    November 18, 2012

  • An idiotic little hammer knocks drily: one, two, three, ten, twenty knocks. Then, like a clod of mud thrown into crystal-clear water, there is wild screaming, hissing, rattling, wailing, moaning, cackling. Bestial cries are heard: neighing horses, the squeal of a brass pig, crying jackasses, amorous quacks of a monstrous toad…this excruciating medley of brutal sounds is subordinated to a barely perceptible rhythm. Listening to this screaming music for a minute or two, one conjures up an orchestra of madmen, sexual maniacs, led by a man-stallion beating time with an enormous phallus.

    November 18, 2012

  • Here is a link to an entertaining one:

    November 13, 2012

  • This is indeed an awesome list. I feel a host of regrettable jokes bubbling up, like "Don't bring a jack-knife fish to a pistol shrimp fight".

    But I wonder if maybe the club-foot whiting might not feel out of place on this list?

    November 13, 2012

  • And then the queen swoops in and eats it, as is her royal prerogative.

    November 12, 2012

  • Please go fuck yourself, you vile spambot!

    October 29, 2012

  • These are not quite the same as what the French call « guillemets », are they?

    But they might be the same as what the Germans call Gänsefüßchen, (little goosefeet, that is the little feet of geese, not the feet of little geese).

    I just found out from Wikipedia (regarding guillemet) that

    The word is a diminutive of the French name Guillaume (the equivalent of which in English is William), after the French printer and punchcutter Guillaume Le Bé (1525–98). Some languages derive their word for guillemets analogously; for example, the Irish term is Liamóg, from Liam 'William' and a diminutive suffix.

    Liamóg is better translated as "young William" but is in any case adorable.

    October 28, 2012

  • Doctor Who.

    October 28, 2012

  • What about "pinfluence", the act of using hypnosis to get someone to divulge their ATM code; "dinfluence", the act of persuasion though the use of very loud noises; "zinfluence", the act of steering someone towards choosing the Zinfandel from the wine list, "thinfluence", the act of persuading someone to lose a few pounds before summer rolls around, perhaps I'd better stop now ...

    "ginfluence", the act of bending someone to one's well by plying them with juniper juice

    October 18, 2012

  • as in "stroobly Peter", I imagine.

    October 18, 2012

  • As a consolation, perhaps you would like a link to a recent portrait of the Santa Fox: Santa Fox 2010 official portrait

    October 13, 2012

  • Sadly, this year SantaFox is working under a major constraint; because of the Scheveningen agreement, he is being forced to work with French elves, who refuse to work more than 35 hours a week, and who strike* at the slightest provocation (e.g. the recent, perfectly innocuous change in the hot cocoa and marshmallow supplier). Given these limitations, December 2013 seems like a more realistic goal.

    *: SantaFox also hears dark rumors of a planned work stoppage to coincide with the end of the Mayan calendar.

    October 11, 2012

  • Nobody is tweeting about Gunter's chain -- how can this be?

    Here's a fun craft project for the children, if they start now, they should be able to complete that chain in time for father's day. Just remember, when it gets to the muriatic acid part, some adult supervision might be advisable:

    Make your own Gunter's chain in fewer than 1,000 easy steps

    October 11, 2012

  • I am surprised, nay shocked, that the immortal phrase of excoriation "nook-shotten Norwegians" has not yet made it onto this page. Better late than never.

    Here is the link: maunderings of nook-shotten Norwegians

    The phrase is taken from the shriek of execration that constituted the press reaction to the premiere of Ibsen's "Ghosts" in London.

    See also the English press reaction to Ibsen's "Ghosts"

    October 11, 2012

  • Why, of course, 'zuzu. Noblesse oblige. But it appears that our Dam troll may have moved into a temporary tree dwelling erected by the gummint.

    October 10, 2012

  • Given how apt a description this phrase is for so many phenomena, it's astonishing that its page is not more densely studded with examples and illustrations.

    October 7, 2012

  • as seen here

    October 6, 2012

  • Yes, indeed, CSP has much to answer for. And who is due the credit or blame for the puzzling visual?

    October 6, 2012

  • Sorry, 'zuzu. I totally disagree.

    October 4, 2012

  • I'm sure Dominique Strauss-Kahn (DSK) would be open to considering fresh branding opportunities, what with him no longer being president of the IMF and not having managed to be elected president of France. And with today's news that the gang rape charges against him have been dropped, so that only the pimping charges remain, the potential for a brand values disconnect is consequently greatly reduced.

    October 3, 2012

  • Once upon a time, there was a spectabundal Dam troll who lived a generally happy life, except for his recurrent bouts of logolepsy and occasional flareups of his gallbladder, attributable to his fondness for certain Products like fromage and Norfin tuna steaks. But, in general, he lived happily under his Nasturtium-strewn Dam, admiring the totally rad, weyant, jelly shoes and jelly bracelet he had extracted as a toll from a passing, bedraggled, rather slutty-looking water nymph.

    October 3, 2012

  • Somehow, this reminds me of my list of thigmo-words.

    October 2, 2012

  • Hervé the ferret, the French equivalent of the Geiko gekko; dapper Hervé

    October 1, 2012

  • No, she's back today! I blame yarb. Which, come to think of it, is more or less my default position in life. Swaddling monster that he is.

    October 1, 2012

  • I am, as they say around these here parts, *desolated*. But I understand that rolig is undoubtedly an infinitely more charming dinner companion than my miserable self. Given my druthers, I'd be dining nightly in Ljubljana and Trieste myself, instead of ...

    Well, no, actually. No, I wouldn't....

    But, de toute façon, safe travels, o leather-eared one. You do know that the big Swiss chocolate cartels have outlawed chocolate bilbies within Swiss borders, right?

    October 1, 2012

  • Ah. Such good times.

    Is overcome by waves of nostalgia for the good old confectionery pooping dispenser diorama days.


    October 1, 2012

  • What about penguins

    October 1, 2012

  • You say that. But why should we believe you?

    October 1, 2012

  • Hey, what happened to the creepy visual? Now yarb will stop clicking, jelly shoes will stop trending, and civilization (as we know it) will come to an end. I blame the Mayans.

    October 1, 2012

  • I don't just lie to children about dinosaurs. I'm an equal-opportunity fabulist. I lie to everyone about everything. Or do I ? Mwahahahahaha!!!!

    But why does this page have no mention of Biddy Early , the wise woman of County Clare.

    October 1, 2012

  • When will you be coming to Europe? You could have dinner with sionnach in Parigi. I will be having dinner with Son of Groucho week after next -- why not you? I am also trying to convince Prolagus to make the trip north from his Sardine fortress.

    September 29, 2012

  • Like steampunk?

    September 28, 2012

  • Wassup, bilbykins? Are you coming to Europe, mebbe?

    September 26, 2012

  • Or, as seen here:

    September 26, 2012

  • Hi bilbykins! Comment ça va?

    September 26, 2012

  • I've been away for a while. But it's a relief to see that jelly shoes is still trending.

    September 26, 2012

  • spam spam spam spammity spam spam spam

    June 7, 2012

  • We had this bull once at home, called Ferdinand. Man, he was a real cow magnet!!

    June 7, 2012

  • What? Ducks belong to tribes now? (Insert joke about inadvisability of ducks taking presents of duvets from visiting flocks of geese ..... a joke so lame it quacks me right up ...)

    June 6, 2012

  • Most interesting. Is this the explanation for the google earth finding that cows point north?

    June 6, 2012

  • Fecal vomiting or antiperistalsis is a kind of emesis in which fecal matter is expelled from the intestines into the stomach, by spasmodic contractions of the gastric muscles, and then subsequently forcefully expelled from the stomach up into the esophagus and out through the mouth and sometimes nasal passages. Alternative medical terms for fecal vomiting are copremesis and stercoraceous vomiting. It was also referred to as miserere in medieval times.

    Miserere indeed!!

    June 6, 2012

  • These pants are seamless.

    June 4, 2012

  • Why Bologna indeed? Because I want to start a new language in 2013 and when I was in Dublin recently, my cousins there were surprisingly vehement in their insistence that (i) I should choose Italian over Russian and (ii) that the only city worth considering in Italy was Bologna. Given that Michael, who was the most voluble and insistent of the bunch, lived there for 6 months at some point in his career, I am not willing to discount his opinion.

    The basic rationale seemed to be that Russia was still basically a country that is run by gangsters, and that all other potential rival cities in Italy, such as Rome, Florence, Venice, Naples, Milan, Turin, or Siena, were either too large, too soulless, too overrun by tourists, or some combination of the above.

    But I know that some of your leather-eared past was spent in Italy, so I would be very interested in hearing your views on the subject. Needless to say, this is all just in the pipe-dream phase at this point, as it is a long way until spring 2013, and I have one more trip back to Paris to organise for Sept-Nov 2012.

    Paris did never pan out in terms of confectionery-dispensing dioramas, alas. But there are other compensations, not least of which is the unexpected charm of Parisians, which delights me on a daily basis.

    So, besides having pademelons for lawnmowers, what are you up to down there in chunderland?

    May 31, 2012

  • I think you misunderstood the tone of both my comment and that of dhuber. So far you have made two contributions to this site -- one very charming comment, and one that can only be described as boorish. Your choice as to how you wish to continue, if indeed you do. And I hope that you do, because some very smart people contribute to the discussion. But, given the notorious difficulty of correctly assessing tone in internet discussions, might I suggest you be a little less hostile in your responses in future?

    May 30, 2012

  • Oh, dhuber, you're so droll!

    May 29, 2012

  • Oh, pshaw, GHibbs. Pull yourself together, please. The fact that some mindless bureaucrat somewhere takes a noun and sticks a "to" in front of it doesn't actually make it a legitimate verb, you know.

    The proposition that "statement" is a verb makes me want to shudder.

    May 28, 2012

  • But what are these garlic chives of which you speak, iroquoisy or otherwise? Are they the bastard demonspawn of some hot garlic-on-chive rumpy-pumpy down in the vegetable patch? Would it be possible to get some potatoes in on all this hot vegetal commingling? Because think how awesome the resulting crisps (or as you Americans like to call them, chips) would be.

    Tasty and vampire-repellent. Yum.

    May 27, 2012

  • I wonder if that gap-toothed dude is a real gardener, or if they hired him from the "rent a gap-toothed gardener" modeling agency?

    May 26, 2012

  • Does anyone know why this comment box is so oddly located?

    I am back in the City of Light, wrestling with such conundrums as why baguette bags only cover half the baguette and whether to splurge on the 30-month or 36-month aged Comté ( tells me it has been produced since the time of Charlemagne, but I'm having a hard time tracking down the really good old stuff).

    The next exciting linguistic adventure is supposed to start in Spring 2013 in Bologna. But first I have to polish my little nugget of French to its glistening best, which will take until the end of 2012.

    Pademelons, eh? I've often thought that the whole pademelon/paddymelon thing is just the antipodean version of the vegetable lamb of Tartary.

    The frogblog continues, but at a much lower rate of publication, I regret to say. And the whole "search phrases by which people were referred to the frogblog" thing became less interesting after 1500 people arrived there around April 1st because they typed "poisson d'Avril" into their search engine. For one brief shining moment, I thought I had become an internet star, only to lapse back into skulking obscurity 48 hours later.

    May 26, 2012

  • Some interesting visuals here ....

    May 26, 2012

  • Hey leather-ears. Wassssssuppppp???

    May 26, 2012

  • How did "jelly shoes" get on this list, eh?

    May 26, 2012

  • I've been away for a while. But it's a relief to see that jelly shoes is still trending.

    May 26, 2012

  • When in doubt, blame it on the foreigners.

    January 17, 2012

  • Added yet another translation, from 1911

    December 19, 2011

  • No, I did not mean "French words consisting only of bowels".

    It's the French skinhead chant: Oie! Oie!

    November 17, 2011

  • Hi, leather-ears! Greetings from San Francisco, aka Baghdad by the Bay.

    November 17, 2011

  • You know, if you just CHANGE ONE LETTER in this word, you get oocide.

    As the frogs say, you can't make an oeuf miroir without a leetle oocide.

    Es gibt kein Spiegelei ohne Eimord.

    Del punto de vista de los huevos, el cocinero es nada mas que un sicario.

    November 15, 2011

  • The Barbicide website link should work better now, sionnach.

    Erm, I think you may have missed my leetle joke; what I said was there was nothing to see at the barmecide website.

    November 15, 2011

  • I accidentally went to the barmecide website, belonging to the barber's brother. There was nothing there.

    November 14, 2011

  • Frankly, I've always thought that 'k' was pretty unnecessary in Thpanish. In Thpain, at least, it could be eliminated and they could add a useful 'theta' letter inthtead.

    November 14, 2011

  • It'll always be "i griega" to me! But why would you think "rr" might be a separate letter?

    November 14, 2011

  • November 14, 2011

  • a broadside printed with a circular track over which players raced through hazards, guided by throws of the dice

    See this site, about popular culture in Colonial Williamsburg:

    November 14, 2011

  • Where would you like those brackets, 'zuzu?

    November 13, 2011

  • It's a hogweed. It's a cowparsnip. It's a horseradish. It's catnip. It's a lambkin.

    It's very confused.

    November 12, 2011


    November 12, 2011

  • Afterwards I wiped my tail with a hen, with a cock, with a pullet, with a calf's skin, with a hare, with a pigeon, with a cormorant, with an attorney's bag, with a montero, with a coif, with a falconer's lure. But, to conclude, I say and maintain, that of all torcheculs, arsewisps, bumfodders, tail-napkins, bunghole cleansers, and wipe-breeches, there is none in the world comparable to the neck of a goose, that is well downed, if you hold her head betwixt your legs. And believe me therein upon mine honour, for you will thereby feel in your nockhole a most wonderful pleasure, both in regard of the softness of the said down and of the temporate heat of the goose, which is easily communicated to the bum-gut and the rest of the inwards, in so far as to come even to the regions of the heart and brains. And think not that the felicity of the heroes and demigods in the Elysian fields consisteth either in their asphodel, ambrosia, or nectar, as our old women here used to say; but in this, according to my judgment, that they wipe their tails with the neck of a goose, holding her head betwixt their legs, and such is the opinion of Master John of Scotland, alias Scotus.

    (Gargantua, Chapter XIII)

    November 12, 2011

  • No matter what one thinks about reduplicative canning (and I am not altogether swayed by rolig's loopy, though delightful, logic), classifying canning as sinful seems like a slippery logical slope. Because then canting would necessarily be a virtue, and decanting would be a sin. Which would mean that every time I decanted the port I would be flirting with damnation. Harsh.

    On the trigonometric front, if we are to make moral value judgements about sining, where does that leave cosining and tanning. Are we to denounce all those working in the leather industry, or anyone who cosines a loan? No, I'm not buying it.

    November 12, 2011


    I thought these were called mandles. Apparently not. Anyone remember on what Wordie page this concept has already been discussed?

    November 11, 2011

  • I'm not anti-American (Listerine = antiseptic; septic = short for 'septic tank' = rhyming slang for 'yank')

    November 11, 2011

  • a check that bounces (from rhyming slang for check = Gregory Peck)

    November 11, 2011

  • But canning and sinning are two quite different activities!

    November 11, 2011

  • The act of rubbing your unwiped anus (typically following a bowel movement) on a doorknob, thereby leaving a slimy, shi**y doorknob for the next unlucky soul who touches it.

    (Urban Dictionary)

    November 10, 2011

  • Can Ruzuzu invent a word that Ruzuzu can't spell? Hmmmm?

    November 10, 2011

  • What's with this "†™" stuff?

    November 10, 2011

  • Alf Tupper

    By Kevin Raymond

    There was a man, who some say ran

    For pleasure pure & sweet

    Whatever type of weather

    He was there pounding the streets

    At the crack of dawn, he washed & yawned

    Then put on his running shoes

    He then set off on his training run

    As the locals still did snooze

    He never ran for money

    As an amateur he stayed

    He ran for fun to beat the best

    To win was all he craved

    Never ever cheated

    No sarcastic quips

    The secret of this mans success?

    Good old fish'n chips

    In snooty clubs where harriers

    Thought they were the best

    He raced them to the finish line

    Then beat them like the rest

    Working class men aren't runners

    We used to say at school

    But Alf Tupper changed all that

    As he said himself "I run em all !"

    As halcyon days and Alfs kind ways

    Are but a distant dream

    Comic hero's were our inspiration

    They inspired us to succeed!

    Working class men & women

    That was who we knew

    who ran at Battersea Park running track

    No posh athletics clubs thank you

    We were Alf, not Claude or Ralph

    Who had expensive spikes

    A pair of shorts and plimsolls

    Was what we wore on training hikes!

    So cheers Alf mate!

    You made us great

    A role model for those

    Who wanted to win so much it hurt

    "I run em all!" our favourite prose!

    November 10, 2011

  • November 10, 2011

  • Best. Villain. Ever.

    November 10, 2011

  • Though I have to admit that Grimly Feendish was da bomb!

    November 10, 2011

  • This new story of the irrepressible Penny Andrews tells how an accident at a local gymkhana led to an unexpected holiday in Italy. There Penny, with her usual instinct for adventure, found herself mixed up in an intriguing mystery that involved an elderly English lady, a cosmopolitan art collector and an Italian museum official.

    But Penny did not allow complications of this sort to spoil her delight in her first holiday abroad. She found the people, the language and above all the city of Florence absolutely fascinating.

    Six weeks was much too short a time for all the things she wanted to do and see, but coming home again was wonderful, too, especially when Penny was introduced to the new friend that awaited her there.

    As a teen, I loved other "irrepressible teen" stories. I didn't care if they were about buoys or gulls.

    There, I've said it. I also read all my sister's copies of "Bunty" and "Judy". They were all about the interpersonal relationships, dude, and so much more interesting than the Beano or Wham.

    November 10, 2011

  • This is as good a place as any to ask a question that has always bothered me:

    "What, if any, is the relationship between Wee Willie Winkie and Winken, of Winken, Blinken, and Nod?" Enquiring minds etc etc

    November 10, 2011

  • I'm hoping that one of the panelists will have something to say about the specific effects of a diet of umbrage and fufluns on poo, Fernando. Maybe we can tap into CB's experience.

    November 10, 2011

  • My parents went to Umbria and all I got was this lousy T-shirt!

    November 9, 2011

  • Waaaaait a minute, here! So, leaden is really pigpen?

    November 9, 2011

  • This may actually be the most bizarre list I have come across on Wordienik. Or anywhere else, for that matter.

    (I do, of course, mean that as a compliment)

    November 9, 2011

  • The "examples" for this word seem to have gone a bit off the rails. Eh, Tiger?

    November 9, 2011

  • I think you have to pay a special non-renewable energy tax.

    Because, you know, "Vin Diesel is duper bad!"

    November 9, 2011

  • I believe that when you pass through the customs hall here, you have to choose between two doors:

    Vin blank - nothing to declare

    Vin rouge - STOP; something to declare

    November 9, 2011

  • Yes. Whenever I want to touch up my youthful appearance, I immediately reach for the blue makeup.

    November 9, 2011

  • In my dreams, I regularly save the world through my mastery of French irregular verbs. A classic example of wish fulfillment. Would that it were so!

    November 8, 2011

  • lonely starlet



    like beats


    November 8, 2011


    The title of this post alone is enough to launch a minor internet crush on "gossypiboma". The name of the blog is just icing on the cake!

    November 8, 2011


    "while promising enhanced pleasure, they facilitate infection"


    November 8, 2011

  • He's a wave. he's a particle. He's a disturbed teen. He's a gang member. He's a media darling.

    We can only be talking about BILBEEZ!

    November 8, 2011

  • We need to talk about Kelvin. Ever since he's been hanging around with that Helmholtz kid, his behavior has been a little .... unstable.

    November 7, 2011

  • Sorry for any testiness in my response, GHibbs. Please keep on posting!

    November 7, 2011

  • There's a flavor of "Uncleftish Beholding" to these recent posts by AnWulf.

    November 6, 2011

  • If there were a third definition, (c), I suppose the spelling would have to change to "reich".

    November 6, 2011

  • les collines sont vivants avec la mélodie du bonheur ....,556

    Wot's it abaht, you say? glad you asked. Lemme clear it up for you:

    Un veuf va voir sa tranquillité terriblement menacée par le charme d'une gouvernante engagée pour veiller sur sa nombreuse progéniture.

    November 6, 2011

  • Another example of why punctuation matters. Die, flitter-mouse!

    November 6, 2011

  • Oh, for goodness sake, dear GHibbs. Do you not know the difference between a noun and an adjective?

    November 6, 2011

  • They're probably all sour and yucky!

    November 5, 2011

  • "Sionnach, I hereby appoint you as the object of my derision."

    This was so promising. But where's the follow-through?

    November 4, 2011

  • Yes, that's all well and good. But how is it possible to fill the unit square, which we can all agree to have (Lebesgue) measure one, with a curve, whose measure must always be zero, even in the limit. Eh?

    November 4, 2011

  • Objectivity has never been a goal of mine here on Wordienik.

    Sometimes, when I get bored, I do enjoy baiting yarb by painting him as a notorious, diehard, swaddler. It's a harmless pastime really, all done in good fun (the baiting, that is, not the swaddling, which is pernicious and can lead to circulatory problems).

    Yes, yes -- I hear your protestations : "You're in Paris. How can you be bored?"

    But if you'd been taking Imodium for the last 24 hours, you might engage in a little good-natured yarb-baiting yourself.

    November 3, 2011

  • Ah, 'zuzu, so you admit that the "fanatical monk" part is apposite!

    November 3, 2011

  • * Considers moving tent from the occupy wordnik page to this one, given the possibility that this might be where yarb finally disappears up his own rear end *

    November 3, 2011

  • Honey-fugling badgers are quite vicious, I've heard.

    November 3, 2011

  • nurnie and greeble can't help but leave the impression that SOMEBODY HAS BEEN MAKING UP WORDS. God bless 'em.

    November 3, 2011

  • Cocklebur and clit-bur sound so much nastier (and dirrrtier) than clotbur.

    November 3, 2011

  • I thought a bedoven was liken to a hot-water bottle.

    November 3, 2011

  • I've always heard it referred to as "butt-dialing".

    November 2, 2011

  • A type of hard candy, flavored with bergamot essence. According to the fine folks at the Tourism Lorraine website:

    "Bergamotes, made using natural bergamot essence, were developed by accident.

    The woody tree was produced by a chance meeting between a wild orange tree and a lemon tree scion in Calabria during the Renaissance period."

    Apparently, back in the day, citrus trees had not fully lost their Entish character, and were able to wander around Calabria at will.

    November 2, 2011

  • By that somewhat contorted rationale, "idolatry" would not be a word either. To point out just one flaw in your logic, not everyone in the world is Catholic.

    "Hagiolatry" is indeed a word; perhaps you should just deal with it and move on.

    November 2, 2011

  • Oooh! Nose-whippet alert!!!

    November 2, 2011

  • "a slew of apologetic, bloodless, gray, whippetlike, shivering little things that are probably impossible, and certainly pointless, to tell apart"

    November 2, 2011

  • This makes it sound as if it was developed deliberately, like some kind of secret weapon, or something.

    November 2, 2011

  • See locker.

    November 2, 2011

  • barnstorming on an invisible segway has a nice ring to it.

    November 2, 2011

  • November 1, 2011

  • I miss trivet.

    November 1, 2011

  • I don't know anything about lamb's tits.

    Sorry. Not buying it.

    November 1, 2011

  • A googlebot, on the other hand, is just a nosy computer program. And a halibot is a fish.

    November 1, 2011

  • Charlie Trotter's

    If this were my restaurant, I would rename it "Terry Trotter's", for euphonic effect.

    November 1, 2011

  • Mighty Führer of the sausage people!

    around the 10:15 mark.

    November 1, 2011

  • As seen here, for example:

    November 1, 2011

  • Swiss monks do have hard heads, it's true.

    November 1, 2011


    From about the 10-minute mark on.

    November 1, 2011

  • This is genius!

    October 31, 2011

  • Gee. Thanks, 'zuzu!

    I must confess that I had completely forgotten that I had a DeQuincey list. Though I would recommend staying away from the opium, DeQ is a fine writer.

    October 31, 2011

  • Falsehood is never in words; it is in things.

    Sorry, Italo, but I call shenanigans. This is pseudo-profundity of the worst kind.

    October 30, 2011

  • narb is, of course, bran backwards. "Bran" means "the fair-haired one" in old Irish, and was also the dog of Cuchulainn. "Cuchulainn" means "the hound of Culann", so - bear with me here - Bran was the dog of the hound of Culann.

    October 30, 2011

  • Did you mean barb, yarb? All due respects to Wordspy, but I think the tweets have it on this one.

    October 30, 2011

  • OMG. It's jennarenn! O bliss, o rapture!

    October 29, 2011

  • wa di bumbo-pussy-rass indeed!

    October 29, 2011

  • Jamaican for blood clot?

    Oops! No. Urban dictionary to the rescue:


    claat means cloth, originates from times when clothes were used by women in terms of menstruation.

    Nowadays a cuss word.

    shot your bloodclaat mouth!

    We will murder dem bloodclaat!

    October 29, 2011

  • Yeah, milos! Good to see you!

    October 28, 2011

  • Mmmmm. Delicious bunyip desserts.

    October 28, 2011

  • Occupe-toi de tes oignons = mind your own business, in French.

    October 28, 2011

  • For a description of a classic poisson d'avril prank in the Paris metro, see:

    October 28, 2011

  • A particularly nasty fungal infection, similar to crotch rot. Henry VIII suffered from this a lot during his later years.

    October 28, 2011

  • I trust neither Max Gust nor Max Headroom.

    October 28, 2011

  • ooh, shiny copper tail-bracelets! I feel better already just knowing about them!

    October 28, 2011

  • "experimental Hip Hop made by cats that play instruments and occasionally sing"

    this I would like to hear...

    October 27, 2011

  • Oh well, if it's in Wikipedia, then it must be right, of course.


    Wonders what kind of person has thumbs and index fingers of equal length.

    October 27, 2011

  • An L and a 7.

    I cannot let this stand. Nobody writes sevens with a right-angle in them. Furthermore many of us write them with little continental crosses. But whether or not you cross your 7's, they are more semi-rhomboid in character than semi-square. I'm all for pushing boundaries, but this goes too far.


    October 27, 2011

  • yea, it's Son of Groucho!

    October 26, 2011

  • going to frequent a house of ill repute:

    2-minute mark

    October 26, 2011

  • What? No visuals?

    October 26, 2011

  • But you can never prove ze null hypothesis. That Ha denotes ze alternative hypothesis, in contrast, zat's just a fact. Try disproving it.

    October 26, 2011

  • The fact that mountains dominate poetry in the visuals makes one want to let loose a compound epithet or two. Bloody heck! Heavens to Murgatroyd! With a little Homeric infixing -- it's abso-bloomin-lutely shocking.

    October 26, 2011

  • Silly 'zuzu! Ha denotes the alternative hypothesis.

    October 25, 2011

  • Wanna see comments earlier than September 17th? Move along, buddy. Nothing to see here.

    October 25, 2011

  • Mmmmm. Delicious Eichhörnchen.

    October 25, 2011

  • I initially read 'zuzu's comment as "I'm too busy listening to squirrel variations", and I thought to myself, "Bach was even more prolific than I thought".

    October 25, 2011

  • This must be where Captain Finnock got his name in the FinFin books.

    October 25, 2011

  • This page is in dire need of sound effects! Any volunteers?

    October 25, 2011

  • Please, somebody help extract Stevia from the yellowwood tree. He's been stuck there for years and it's turning him into a sauropus.

    October 25, 2011

  • This is disturbing. The Australians have apparently mastered the art of time travel.

    October 25, 2011

  • Myself, I'm going to wait to see whether GHibbs weighs in on the matter before accepting that conjugation. Or are you suggesting this is a noun, hh?

    October 25, 2011

  • If it's a sweetleaf, why is it called sauropus, o sourpuss?

    October 25, 2011

  • Study the ground squirrel so that you may become one with him.

    Apparently ground squirrel was an important condiment in "The Elvenbane".

    October 24, 2011

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  • How are you old bean?

    October 1, 2021

  • *pokes fox*

    July 5, 2020

  • It’s strange prey the bandicoot stalks.

    A sionnach, I learned, is a fox.

    It’s not like he will be

    A pal to a bilby.

    He’ll eat him like bagels and lox.

    November 10, 2018

  • Stalking you and not being very good at it. Gis a hand.

    November 2, 2018

  • Finally found something useful to do with you:

    A late Old English translation of the Medicina de Quadrupedibus of Sextus Placitus advises, for women "who suffer troubles in their inward places, work for them into a salve a foxes limbs and his grease, with old oil and with tar; apply to the womens places; quickly it healeth the troubles." It also recommends, for sexual intercourse without irritation, "the extremest end of a foxes tail hung upon the arm." Rubbing a fox's testicles on warts was supposed a means to get rid of them.

    May 15, 2018

  • I'm visiting Canberra, Yogi's wayward Australian cousin. Here it only rains rain unlike the way it rains croissants in Paris. I think Baudelaire's finest achievement was being what people say when they yodel. I'm sorry you're going to be free soon. I hate freedom.

    January 11, 2015

  • Dear Santa Fox,

    I know you're busy this time of year... so instead of asking for anything excessive, I'll just ask for world peace. And socks.

    Your humble servant,


    December 16, 2013

  • Greetings Renard. Enjoy your stay but take it easy on those sheep-shaped flaky pastries...the boulangerie is full of fox crunk, yanno.

    September 23, 2013

  • I see you've met Hervé le furet.

    March 8, 2013

  • "During this battue they killed certain animals peculiar to the country, the very names of which were unknown to Paganel; among others the wombat and the bandicoot. The wombat is an herbivorous animal, which burrows in the ground like a badger. It is as large as a sheep, and the flesh is excellent.

    The bandicoot is a species of marsupial animal which could outwit the European fox, and give him lessons in pillaging poultry yards. It was a repulsive-looking animal, a foot and a half long, but, as Paganel chanced to kill it, of course he thought it charming.

    'An adorable creature,' he called it."

    - Jules Verne, In Search of the Castaways, 1873.

    January 21, 2013

  • Dearest Noel Renard,

    I've been very good this year. Will you please bring me peace on Earth, good will to men, and, you know, a pony?

    Thank you ever so much,


    December 21, 2012

  • Never mind, perhaps SoG - to whom my regards must be given! - is good at consoling the desolate (if you can understand him, he's Scottish you know). But it's high time you studied a language I'm interested in, in a city I'd like to go to. How about Bambara in Timbuktu? If that doesn't work we can always join the foreign legion.

    October 1, 2012

  • Alas, I fear so near but yet so far. I have everything locked down already, it's partly a business trip and partly to attend a friend's wedding, and in between there was only a skerrick of opportunity to gallivant. I'm actually flying through Paris, but only for the sake of changing silver birds at CDG.

    October 1, 2012

  • Yes, having dinner with Rolig in Ljubljana!

    September 26, 2012

  • Have you lost weight?

    July 20, 2012

  • I'm amused by the implicit proposition that (even in juxtaposition with Russia) Italy is not a country run by gangsters. They just wear a better cut of cloth! But I know what you mean. When I studied in Russia I always got very nervous when I saw police walking along the street towards me. At one stage, our school warned us not to go out unless absolutely necessary as there was a bit of anti-foreigner violence going on. After that I was counting the days until I was out of there, although I seriously doubted even your average vodka-sodden loutski would mistake me for a Georgian or a Pakistani.

    If you like classic Italian effusiveness the further south you go the more you get of it. Sicily may be worth considering. I agree with the discounting of Rome, Naples, Turin, Milan, etc. Siena maybe not, it's only really inundated during the summer season between the Palio days and is otherwise a bit of a backwater. Lucca might have something. Padova. They're all lovely places. All roads lead to Venice, you can pick it off at your leisure, no particular reason to study there.

    I only went to Bologna once and it struck me as being a bit grungy. Plus, Italy has some rough financial roads ahead and Bologna has a history of hardcore political activism. Being caught up in the middle of the Italian indignati might strike you as being either thrilling or terrifying.

    I studied in Perugia, which I heartily recommend. It's a delightful city with both a conventional university and one dedicated to teaching foreigners, the Universita per Stranieri. Great location, plenty to do, lots of student life and all in all a supportive environment in which to learn Italian.

    I'm plotting a business manufacturing tempeh; it's a furry flurry of industry down here at Bandicoot Beanerie! And I have a newly bought burrow with plenty of spare digs so you're welcome any time you decide to study abroad to learn proper English.

    June 1, 2012

  • Why Bologna?

    I'm not responding to the bait about the antipodean vegetable lamb of Tartary simply because you are still traumatised by echoes of your childhood bully, Paddy Malone.

    May 30, 2012

  • What are pademelons? (I'm afraid to look them up.)

    May 30, 2012

  • Oh, very busy all round with the jelly shoes marketing initiative. And in the annoyingly real world, have not long ago moved across the continent to a new abode where the sky is low enough to touch and pademelons kindly trim (and fertilise) the lawn by night. It's not a bad place; I might have to do a list about same.

    You are overdue an Exotic Language Adventure As Told In Alternately Quirky And Obscure Blog. What's next, foxbrother?

    May 26, 2012

  • I know you're probably busy this time of year--not that there's any particular reason you would be... I mean it's not like you're the Santa Fox or something. Ahem. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that every time I see the word droll, I think of you.

    xoxo, ruzuzu

    December 16, 2011

  • Crapola! Thank you! I think there was a bit of interference in my head from Yiddish kvetch.

    July 26, 2011

  • Bilby:

    Have you tried looking it up under "Quatsch"? It's a perfectly common word, quite legit, meaning -- as you surmised -- "Rubbish!"

    Here is a link: flubdub and taradiddle

    July 26, 2011

  • I was watching a German language movie last night in which the following scene took place. I'll render most of it in English as I'm only interested in one word.

    (Family is sitting at table. Son, a football tragic, is sulking because his favourite team lost.)

    Mother: Why aren't you eating?

    Daughter: Rot-Weiss Essen lost 1-0.

    Mother: So what, they always lose.

    Son: Kvatsch! (runs out of room)

    So what is this kvatsch? From the context it would mean something like 'nonsense' but I can't find it in dictionaries that I regularly use online. Are you familiar with it? Coulld I be regional dialect? The family in the movie had the name Lubanski and were Catholic so I've ruled out a Yiddish borrowing.

    July 22, 2011

  • Thank you for your kind words.

    July 8, 2011

  • Thanks. Yes. I have already revised and activated many of the links that were faulty. I will continue to do so.

    June 29, 2011

  • In the "About me" section of my profile, I have provided information about the accessibility of the citations that I have made in Comments section of various pages (screens) on words.

    June 27, 2011

  • You are my love, dear. I wish to spend every moment of my existence in your company.

    June 26, 2011

  • Merci, 'zuzu!

    Reynard is back on U.S. soil. Enjoying a day in YOUR NATION'S CAPITAL before heading back to San Francisco for WAGNER WEEK. (Eine ganze Woche vollgestopft mit Wotan, Walkueren, und anderem wagnerischen Ungeziefer)

    June 22, 2011

  • Well, to be more precise: J'aime les cartes postales. J'adore le renard santa.

    June 20, 2011

  • J'adore! Merci, Reynard.

    June 20, 2011

  • Go to bed, foxy!

    June 11, 2011

  • Very cool! Thanks, Teresa.

    June 11, 2011

  • Inspired by your wonderful list change one letter!

    June 11, 2011

  • Whipping Cats Special 100th Post, now with video!

    cancerous moth

    Don't miss the final 20 seconds of the 3-minute video, as the soul of Siegfried, decked out in his best ABBA outfit, crawls up the Venetian blinds like a cancerous moth ! No wonder the producer was roundly booed when he appeared on stage at the end.

    June 8, 2011

  • You've changed your "About me" description. I like it. :-)

    June 7, 2011

  • The comment feature on my Whipping Cats blog should now be fixed, so that there should no longer be any difficulty in posting comments. Please let me know (e.g. by sending me a message here, or by e-mail) if you encounter problems.

    Even anonymous marsupials should be able to comment.

    June 7, 2011

  • Thanks, Bill B. I'm hoping to come back here in the autumn because, indeed, there is something about Paris that lifts my foxy spirits. Plus, I love learning French, which is a step above Thpanish in difficulty. But I intend to subdue it and bend it to my will. Because until that is done I can't move on to Italian.

    I would post this on your profile, but you are invisible to us all here in the material world. Do marsupials ever leave the DUMPP (down-under marsupial protection program)?

    June 5, 2011

  • You seem in good form, foxy. We should organise to despatch you to Paris every year.

    June 5, 2011

  • It's another one of Foxy's infamous grammar rants , this time about the hideosity of prepositional verbs in general, with special attention given to the ludicrosity of Russian verbs of motion, and the mondo bizarro of the infamous bog of Irish prepositional pronouns.

    May 25, 2011

  • Way after "Midnight in Paris" and Foxy isn't even remotely sleepy. Damn you, August Strindberg, with your disturbing plays!

    May 24, 2011

  • Fleiſʒiger Foxy

    May 19, 2011

  • After my umpteenth attempt in a month to comment on your blog using my openID account, which works everyweb else, I just give up. I hope you will forgive me. I even reported the bug to the Wordpress guys (my openID is Wordpress) but they have no idea why that happens.


    Le pika sarde

    May 15, 2011

  • Pas piqué des hannetons

    Merci, Bill B !

    May 14, 2011

  • À boire ou je tue le chien!

    May 13, 2011

  • Do you know/have this amazing book?

    May 5, 2011

  • May 3, 2011

  • It's bloody terrifying.

    May 3, 2011

  • That is a little unnerving.

    May 3, 2011

  • Yes, it was. But I moved it elsewhere, so maybe it's visible now?

    May 3, 2011