The Pond

This is a Portmanteau* story. I've been obsessed with portmanteaus, and this is the latest manifestation. It's a work in progress. She was a cortle, not a bratle, hovering under floaps, her friends the, Orish, swasting around her. The splurgling of her woret was beautilodius! But abwa, out of her woret, was the Dorld. The … Continue reading The Pond

Portmanteau

"We're deplaning now. Please utilize the exit at the front of the plane." "Deplaning, ugh." "Only because 'disembarking' is too long," Steve said. "It's not a real word!" "It started in 1923." I considered this for about a nanosecond. "Slithy." "Now who's making up words," he said. "Lewis Carroll. Lithe and slimy smashed together." "The … Continue reading Portmanteau

Words

Some stupid made up words come into existence by spontaneous generation, like de-planing. I'll spare you my rant on that one. I can't stop stupid-word-spontaneous-generation, otherwise known as stuspontination. I can fight it with clever made up words, clevords. This is not a new idea. My words are called pormanteau words. We use a lot … Continue reading Words