Made-up words are difficult. See, you get to make them up. But there are still rules. Is there anything more frustrating than that kid who turns your game of “exploring the Andes while running from tigers and crocodiles and other accurately-placed harmful animals” into a game of “this is how we do it and there’s no other way and I AM THE PRINCESSSSS!!!”
Not that I speak from a bitter personal experience.
Anyway, the thing about made-up words is this: Even when you’re talking about them, you have to say “made-up” with a hyphen. If you don’t, it looks like this: made up. Which looks absolutely awful.
And then “blogstipation” (see last post). My heart yearned to write it out as “blongstipation,” because “blong” is more entertaining to say than “blog,” which isn’t even a made-up word (except it sort of is, but not by me, which makes me angry). It’s also probably something inappropriate. I’m sheltered and wouldn’t know.
Other made-up words that annoy me are as follows:
Ablobadub (ah-blob-oh-dub)
It’s frustrating because: It has no meaning.
Celeriatubega (sell-air-ee-at-uh-beg-uh)
It’s frustrating because: It’s the cross between celeriac and rutabaga, which is a genetically implausible combination that would taste nasty and I spelled “baga” wrong.
Rainblowery (rain-bl-ow-air-ee)
It’s frustrating because: It’s that moment in a storm when there is a rainbow and the tornado sirens are going off, which ruins the moment of a perfectly good rainbow (also, what kind of imbecile describes a tornado as “blowery?”)
Smostrum (smoh-strum)
It’s frustrating because: It’s when it’s snowing and foggy and you’re perfectly happy playin a little tune on the old gee-tar and then someone knocks on your door selling religions. Need I explain further?
Add your own made up word in the comments below! It’s not hard, folks! It’s just dumb!
Not that I speak from a bitter personal experience.
Anyway, the thing about made-up words is this: Even when you’re talking about them, you have to say “made-up” with a hyphen. If you don’t, it looks like this: made up. Which looks absolutely awful.
And then “blogstipation” (see last post). My heart yearned to write it out as “blongstipation,” because “blong” is more entertaining to say than “blog,” which isn’t even a made-up word (except it sort of is, but not by me, which makes me angry). It’s also probably something inappropriate. I’m sheltered and wouldn’t know.
Other made-up words that annoy me are as follows:
Ablobadub (ah-blob-oh-dub)
It’s frustrating because: It has no meaning.
Celeriatubega (sell-air-ee-at-uh-beg-uh)
It’s frustrating because: It’s the cross between celeriac and rutabaga, which is a genetically implausible combination that would taste nasty and I spelled “baga” wrong.
Rainblowery (rain-bl-ow-air-ee)
It’s frustrating because: It’s that moment in a storm when there is a rainbow and the tornado sirens are going off, which ruins the moment of a perfectly good rainbow (also, what kind of imbecile describes a tornado as “blowery?”)
Smostrum (smoh-strum)
It’s frustrating because: It’s when it’s snowing and foggy and you’re perfectly happy playin a little tune on the old gee-tar and then someone knocks on your door selling religions. Need I explain further?
Add your own made up word in the comments below! It’s not hard, folks! It’s just dumb!
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