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25 May 2011
Personal lexicons→[More:]This comment reminded me of how my wife and I concisely identify to each other a particular kind of stressful work shift: a "bag of oranges day".
"Moosified." A large Swedish friend coined the term "moosification" to describe things he accidentally smooshed, broke or otherwise wrecked by virtue of being big or strong.
My girlfriend used to have a long commute in a van pool, on an uncomfortable van, with people she didn't like. Sunday nights she would get quiet and... morosified... in dread of it. We started to call that feeling "van dread" which became the death metal group "Vandredd" and so making "chugga chugga RWAAAAR" sounds became a shorthand for that, made as quietly as necessary to convey how far off van dread might be at that one time.
ScopeJacked: project scope doesn't get creeped here, it gets exploded to death. We all start saying "scopejack!" Whenever someone wants to add "Just this little thing".
I didn't realize that yak shaving was a Ren and Stimpy thing (from MIT, apparently), but I picked it up from a guy I used to date. I use it frequently. Maybe TOO frequently.
My honey invented the term "pinkly" to describe a certain sweet, bashful happiness that he sees in me sometimes. I haven't really been able to define it (he's very "I know it when I see it!") but I think it's basically when I'm smiling big enough/eyes twinkling enough that the apples of my cheeks are about to burst. Often used when he drives me to work and says, "You look nice today -- a little pinkly, even."
My dad uses the term "emaciated" to refer to what happens when a sudden, strong human smell, such as morning breath or a bad fart, overpowers you. As in, "Whoa; I nearly emaciated myself!" (Again... sadly, this happens fairly often.)
OH! I just defined another one for KathrynT last night: the Possibility Hat.
My mom is very passive-aggressive and often locked into seeing only one avenue. One day when she was wringing her hands about some got-danged thing or other (I can almost guarantee you it was related to a cell phone) I said, "MOM. LISTEN TO ME. PUT ON YOUR POSSIBILITY HAT, OKAY?" It is basically my shorthand for "You don't have to like what I'm suggesting, and it's not a given, but see it from the not-crazy point of view for just a minute, okay?"
Oddly enough, it seems to work. Which is good, because it is very, very necessary.
She is a piano teacher, and will often say, "That was lovely! Now, I'm just going to put on my Miss Picky Hat for a moment…" One day one of her students actually asked to make a Miss Picky Hat, so they did. It lives on the piano and she actually puts it on; it's a little black velvet thing with netting (from the 40s) and they glued foam musical notes and things to it.
My mom is very passive-aggressive and often locked into seeing only one avenue. One day when she was wringing her hands about some got-danged thing or other (I can almost guarantee you it was related to a cell phone) I said, "MOM. LISTEN TO ME. PUT ON YOUR POSSIBILITY HAT, OKAY?" It is basically my shorthand for "You don't have to like what I'm suggesting, and it's not a given, but see it from the not-crazy point of view for just a minute, okay?"
OMG, brilliance. I am going to start saying this at church council.
I have a title at work. When I get especially sweary, my husband comments that I am being [Title] Pottymouth. Always cracks me up.
Also, my husband has his own lexicon for the animals our kitties see outside when they are "watching kitty TV," i.e. sitting by the French doors. All the words sound like the animals the kitties see. So -he'll ask whichever is watching -- "Do you see a chee-chee (squirrel)? or tweeter (bird)? or woof (dog)?" Needless to say, these are now our words at all times for squirrels, birds and dogs.
And also our Aussie has a cropped tail, which is essentially a little square stump covered with black hair -- with a flag like white feathery fringe -- and when happy, excited or interested, the little stump waves back and forth at an incredible rate. Ergo he is often "Mr. Tater Tot," "the Tater Tot" or "TT" to us.