Archive for November, 2010

Response from Washington Post

November 30th, 2010 Comments off

Thanks to The Empress of The Style Invitational (  for the informative and interesting response to the article I posted today.

Actually, there isn’t any “Mensa Invitational,” but The Washington Post does have a wonderfully clever humor contest called The Style Invitational. And a Style Invitational contests from back in 1998 is the source of some, maybe all, of the neologisms in the list above.

Much better to see the the current Invitational — every week at We’ve had more than 600 contests since the ones above! The Style Invitational is published every Saturday in The Post’s Style (features) section, and every Friday afternoon at about 3:30 Eastern time. There are neologism contests regularly, and lots of other sources of humor as well.

For example, we asked readers recently to coin a new word or term that was a palindrome (it’s spelled the same backward and forward). Here are some of the top winners (results printed Oct. 16):

AHA HAHA: When you finally get the joke. (Tom Flaherty, Culpeper, Va.)

EGADAGE: “Heck,” “darn,” etc. (Jeff Contompasis, Ashburn)

NAMETAG-GATEMAN: The conference organizer who won’t let you enter until you’ve ruined your jacket with adhesive paper. (Dion Black, Washington)

AMENEMA: Blessed relief. (Anne Morgan, Fairfax, a First Offender)

DROWSYSWORD: Impotence. (Roy Ashley, Washington)

See the rest of the winners and learn how to enter the current contest at Or you can become a fan of “Washington Post Style” on Facebook (go to ) and you’ll get a link to the Invitational when it’s posted. I hope you become a regular reader and maybe even a regular entrant.

Best, The Empress of The Style Invitational

The Washington Post

Since I love word play, I will certainly check your website, and I bet many of my readers will too.

Thanks, Mary Taylor

Word Play

November 30th, 2010 1 comment

Washington Post’s Mensa Invitational asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding subtracting, or changing one letter, and supplying a new definition.

Here are four clever winners:

Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.

Giraffiti:  Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.

Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)

You’re Out of Here, November ’10!

November 30th, 2010 Comments off

Humorist in Rhyme: Ogden Nash

November 30th, 2010 Comments off

Ogden Nash commented:

I often wonder which is mine:Tolerance, or a rubber spine?

Progress might have been all right once, but it has gone on too long.

The Boy Who Would Be President: Who is He?

November 30th, 2010 1 comment

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Quotable Raymond Chandler

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“Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.”

The Big Sleep

Cool Site: The 40’s

November 30th, 2010 1 comment

Thanks to Stan for sending this  link to a cool site.  I thought you could find other decades of world events at this site, but apparently it is just for the  40’s.

Click here: The 1940s,

Andrew the Panther

November 29th, 2010 1 comment

This is Andrew.  His uniform is nice and clean now, but just wait!

He’s been watching the big boys play and he’s ready to get in

there and mix it up. Yeah, he’s ready to get a little dirty!

Win or lose,  have fun Andrew!

Go Panthers Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

(And be safe out there, football scares me!)

H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

November 29th, 2010 Comments off

H. Jackson Brown, Jr. Author of Life’s Little Instruction Book,  was born and still lives in Middle Tennessee.  From his website:

His numerous books are in 35 languages and read throughout the world claiming 158 weeks on the New York Times Bestseller list. It is sometimes noted that he graduated from a prestigious university and is the recipient of one of their most distinguished awards but, who knows?

If you were to phone the administration office, they would probably deny that he ever attended. It seems hard feelings still linger regarding Mr. Brown’s insistence that the campus clock tower he pledged to help fund be in the shape of a 300-foot ukulele.

Currently, Mr. Brown writes in a remote log cabin high on Hatchet’s Ridge in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains. There he retreats to observe, ponder, resharpen No. 2 pencils and train his parrot to squawk, “One more step and I’ll shoot.”

Should you want to visit, get an early start. Take the gravel road east out of Crowell Corners to the end. There it becomes a dirt road switch-backing up the ridges. A hand-lettered sign nailed to a hickory tree teasingly identifies these last fifteen miles as Broken Axle Trail.

The cabin is not the first or second on this dusty corkscrew but the third. You’ll think you’re almost there, but you’re not. And count the creeks. You’ll cross two. The first on a tricky two-plank bridge. The second, unfortunately, offers no bridge at all. Now look for the weathered tin roof and the trellised front gate crowned with honeysuckle.

Pay no attention to the dogs Dan, Hoover and Hot Ticket asleep on the front porch couch; Hoover hasn’t bitten anyone in years. But be careful where you step. The copperheads, rattlesnakes, and wild hogs love this bit of heaven as much as Mr. Brown does.

P . S .   As Mr. Brown instructs in one of his books, “Don’t believe everything you read.”

Shhhhh, No Ring Zone!

November 28th, 2010 1 comment

I was embarrassed today in church when my cell phone rang.  One ring wouldn’t have been so bad, I guess, but it rang and rang. I was carrying a purse ‘of many pockets’ and couldn’t find the thing.  That is because it was in my jacket pocket, of which there were only two.

Hadn’t I read in the church bulletin to turn off our cell phones?  Hadn’t a wee voice  reminded me to do that?  Hadn’t I ignored those reminders because I simply was too convinced I would not get a call?  AND, if I was convinced I wouldn’t get a call, then why did I need to have it on in the first place?

Afterwards I apologized to Pastor Scott , but he said he hadn’t heard it and added that his own phone had gone off before when he was preaching.  I said that he could get by with it, but that I should have turned mine off.  He brushed it off as not a big deal, which made me feel better.

Nevertheless, next Sunday I will make sure that the phone is on vibrate and not playing the snappy little number that acts as my ring.  Even if Pastor Scott can’t hear it, the people around me can, and they might not be so understanding two weeks in a row!

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