Rob’s Megaphone

1 | David

May 30th, 2009 at 8:00 am

Thanks. Ensorcelled as I was at first, with rident muculency, by this vellicating challenge, as I begin the task, it feels like a zoilist, or cereologist termagant is over my shoulder looking to cause me hwyl, her pulveratricious jaw jectigating with crtiticsm should I fail, just as she might react to my capacityfor abligurition. (For I have a sick penchant for uliginous burgoos.) However, as I complete this, the last eight of my hundred words seem a mere ullage for others to fill with strange words even my spellcheck does not comprehend.

2 | ian in hamburg

May 30th, 2009 at 8:23 am

My wife, a termagant, cow, called me a zoilist yesterday. Although her remark vellicated me, I was too busy stirring with jectigation the uliginous burgoo I had whipped up into a pulveratricious ullage. Buying ingredients for it was an exercise in abliguration, but, rident as usual, I countered with muculency the hwyl she projected at me. “You’re just a cereologist,” I told her, munching corn flakes.

OK, it makes no sense…

3 | AuhsojSivart

May 30th, 2009 at 12:38 pm

I was so vellicated that I had an ullage in my brain, but now I’m rident because it is filled with these ensorcelling new words. Now I can act muculent around my friends, even though it’s a little cereologist of me to do so. They’ll have a hwyl and act all termagant towards me, especially my uliginous, zoilist friend, Mike. He’s the one with pulveratricious hair who loves burgoo in the winter. He’s like a dog with a jectigating tail when he smells it. In fact, he’s been known to abligurite on it from time to time.

4 | Shell Harris

May 30th, 2009 at 7:07 pm

I woke up groggy, feeling ensorcelled, when my wife, a termagant decided to vellicate me with chores today.With her being a zoilist I was filled with hwyl and got out of bed. As I left, I yelled “Good Morning!” as she ducked under the pulveratricious comforter. I threw a shoe at the bed bump for her muculency and saw her painful jectigation in response. I wasn’t very hungry after her burgoo ,which was uliginous, the night before. She has abligurtion so I had to eat something. Being a cereologist at times, I felt rident at my comment and ate Cheerios.

5 | Monika Kadam

May 31st, 2009 at 11:20 am

These words fill me with hwyl and I’m rather rident to enter these words to fill the ullage of my mind’s dictionary and applying them in coversations like a muculent termagent to vellicate and ensorcell others. Its sort of like abliguration to be using these uliginious words in coversations, like a cereologist speaking. But at least those zoilist acquaintances of mine would be left jectigating their nerve endings trying to comprehend the meaning of what I speak. Oh pleasure! Like having pulveratricious soup burgoo on a cold winter evening!

6 | Damien Riley

May 31st, 2009 at 2:26 pm

Sitting at my pulveratricious couch after abligurition at the grocery store, I watched tv. My daughter watched as the cereologist looked in her mirror. While the termigant queen’s attempts vellicate SnowWhite a bit, good triumphs finally. The woodsman with jectigation finds an impasse via hwyl. She thought his words were full of muculency but she was wrong. An uliginous forest left her rident and singing, King Zoilist himself, Grumpy, would prove ensorcelled. She made a burgoo for the dwarves after work. Snow White was first Disney’s barrel, since his death many filled the ullage. http://www.damienriley.com/

7 | adam jacot de boinod

September 2nd, 2009 at 8:29 am

Dear Rob

Please forgive me emailing you in such a seemingly cold fashion. I wondered if you might like a mutual link to both my Foreign word site and my English word website or press release details of my ensuing book with Penguin Press on amusing and interesting English vocabulary?

http://www.thewonderofwhiffling.com

with best wishes

Adam Jacot de Boinod

(author of The Meaning of Tingo)

(www.themeaningoftingo.com)

adamjacot@fastmail.co.uk

or wish to include:

1) THE MEANING OF TINGO
When photographers attempt to bring out our smiling faces by asking us
to “Say Cheese”, many countries appear to follow suit with English
equivalents. In Spanish however they say patata (potato), in Argentinian Spanish whisky, in French steak frites, in Serbia ptica (bird) and in
Danish appelsin (orange). Do you know of any other varieties from around the world’s languages? See more on http://www.themeaningoftingo.com

2) THE WONDER OF WHIFFLING

The Wonder of Whiffling is a tour of English around the globe (with fine
coinages from our English-speaking cousins across the pond, Down Under
and elsewhere).
Discover all sorts of words you’ve always wished existed but never knew,
such as fornale, to spend one’s money before it has been earned; cagg, a solemn vow or resolution not to get drunk for a certain time; and
petrichor, the pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a
dry spell.
Delving passionately into the English language, I also discover why it
is you wouldn’t want to have dinner with a vice admiral of the narrow
seas, why Jacobites toasted the little gentleman in black velvet, and
why a Nottingham Goodnight is better than one from anywhere else. See
more on http://www.thewonderofwhiffling.com

with best wishes

Adam

8 | Chris

November 11th, 2009 at 12:08 am

I had resigned myself to this abligurition thanks to my termagant of a wife, who was ensorcelled with the restaurant’s review. However, I never would have consented had I not vellicated her last night, calling her a cereologist. To quell the hwyl, I swallowed my pride and embarked on an evening of muculency.

Our waiter’s nervousness flowed off in a jectigation, for the pulveratricious soup was the last straw. Its uliginous nature killed the rident mood of the evening. Perhaps I am a zoilist, but that burgoo was awful. It smelled like an old ullage, and tasted like one too.

9 | Annie Moose

December 18th, 2009 at 11:57 pm

“Quit being such a cereologist,” I snapped, hwyl spreading through my veins as I focused on the vellicating termagant across the table from me.

“Oh, please,” she said with muculency, waving a hand ridently with only a slight amount of jectigation as she took another uliginous slurp of her high-priced, pulveratricious burgoo from the bottom of the ullage between us. “I know it’s an abligurition, but don’t be such a zoilist! I was simply ensorcelled by this delightful stew.”

I used one as an adjective for one of the nouns, hopefully that still fits the rules!