My late mother was a woman of words, although a sizeable portion of them ended up being the nonsense word “doomaflatchie”, a neologism for whatever it was that she couldn’t recall the name of at any given moment.  As such, I come by my and/or Torq’s verbal gesticulations honestly, with the frammistats, frassumators and the glayven running in the family.  It’s a whoziwhatsis of intellectual thingama, a virtual whatchamacallit of farfent, leading us to today’s jiggery-pokery query…

The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) notes that some things I say that are sometimes taken for nonsense are actually derivatives of Yiddish, Japanese or a little Simlish berwippy, asking: What’s YOUR most-used nonsense word?


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Once upon a time, there was a young nerd from the Midwest, who loved Matter-Eater Lad and the McKenzie Brothers... If pop culture were a maze, Matthew would be the Minotaur at its center. Were it a mall, he'd be the Food Court. Were it a parking lot, he’d be the distant Cart Corral where the weird kids gather to smoke, but that’s not important right now... Matthew enjoys body surfing (so long as the bodies are fresh), writing in the third person, and dark-eyed women. Amongst his weaponry are such diverse elements as: Fear! Surprise! Ruthless efficiency! An almost fanatical devotion to pop culture! And a nice red uniform.

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