Since so many have wondered about the orgins of my sometimes odd verbal habits, I shall attempt to give some explaination.
I have a distinct problem with nouns. I often cannot remember them. I'm not quite sure why this is so, perhaps too much caffiene, perhaps too much CRT radiation, perhaps the flaming death orb (the sun) fried my brain when I was asleep. Whatever the reason I have a lot of difficulty remembering nouns and especially people's names. You may be engaged in a conversation with me at some point and observe me stop what I was saying, make a lot of odd and often sexual gestures, vibrate, and then begin to name properties of the noun that I cannot remember. This is your cue to play semantic-distiller and tell me the word I am looking for so that I may complete the sentence.
Frink is by far, the word I use most when I am not quite sure what to say. I find it excellent for conveying any feeling, action, or concept - no matter how complex. Frink can be an exclamation, as in "Frink!". It can be a verb, as in "Thou shalt go and frink thyself!". And it serves as an excellent command, especially when you want something specific done and you frink louder and louder until it gets done.
The orgins of the word is taken directly from Pulp Bacon. Where POOKY, a lemur, uses it in most entertaining ways. One day, many years ago, while I was sitting in my chair at my computer the phone rang. And it was Peter (henceforth known as The Admiral) calling to read some passages to me. The Admiral read me a wonderful story about Red Pills, Blue Pills, Green Pills, and Pills that would make you lose your spleen. He told me of Jack and his wack black crack. And then The Admiral told me of POOKY. It was such a wonderful and exciting story that began citing passages from it randomly and using Frink whenever possible. Over time the quoting of it diminished and the Frinking stayed. And to this day I say Frink.
Maharg is a word, similar to frink, in that it can be used for anything and in any situtation. It is most often used as an excalimation, when yelling at someone, or when I am not pleased with something.
The orgins of maharg are simple. It is "graham" spelled backwards.
Ryan uses Ni in place of "No" or "Dammit!".
If you don't know where Ni comes from, then I'm afraid I shall have to say "Ni!" to you, with much scowling.
Formis is used to mean phone, phone line, phone jack, or any other physical part of the phone system. Formised means to be called. Formiser is the person who makes a phone call. Formisee is the person recieving a phone call. Formis Meister is the phone company or a phone technitian.
One evening, some years ago, I was in the house of Will. We were hooking up Will's computer to the internet and Will was attempting to get me to hand him the phone line, which I was currently holding. He apparently could not think of the word and started to tun red and vibrate. He looked as if he was going to explode. He was able to get out "Give me the..." and did not finish the sentence. Made some odd noises and finally blurted out with "FORMIS!!". And henceforth the phone line has been known as the formis.
Wyrde is the name of this site, and it also means fate. I rarely use it in normal conversation.
I am a big Edward Gorey fan. One of his pen names was Dogear Wyrde. Which is also a rearrangement of the letters in his name. I rather liked the name and plan to put up a decent Edward Gorey section at some point. And hence Wyrde.com. Wyrde is also old-norse for fate. Just a coincidence, but being that I plan to become Dictator of the World, having a site named for fate is rather appropriate.
Some time ago Gabbard declared "I approve". And I liked the declaration so much I began to use it often myself, effectively copying Sir Gabbard. I have since gotten to the point of using it at least once a day. Those things of which I approve shall have a special place in the world when I am Dictator, those things of which I do not approve shall be eliminated.
Product is the name I use for brownies. Especially very gooey ones made at 3am.
Yes, Ryan has now adopted "Bloody Hell." Steve is to be blamed. He has been saying it for years and it has finally rubbed off on me. It has become my primary exclaimation when I am surprised by something unpleasant.