Just for the fun of it, I've started a list of the word verification 'words' that pop up. This is what I have so far:
Comegu, Comph, Graticko, Ideribe, Inedlysi, Intlyt,
Kifinsir,Manedef, Mentu, Micior, Mullar, Oboli, Relis
Tosipsyp
I'm finding these almost-words very evocative of epic poetry and wondering if there's something like Spanglish that could be concocted from these things and used to tell a coherent story of some kind . . . Blogwulf, or a Mahablogata. Maybe a Blogessey. The Canterbloggy Tales.
And, no, I haven't been drinking, though maybe I should start.
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—Richard Pousette-Dart
Many persons have a wrong idea of what constitutes happiness. It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity to a worthy purpose. —Helen Keller
Eccentricity has always abounded when and where strength of character has abounded; and the amount of eccentricity in a society has generally been proportional to the amount of genius, mental vigor, and moral courage which it contained. That so few now dare to be eccentric, marks the chief danger of the time. —John Stuart Mill, On Liberty
Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. —Carl Jung
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5 comments:
I think Kifinsir could well be a modern Icelandic (financial) Saga!
this one is: eringla
Something Irish?
I was feeling saga-cious
(sorry, couldn't resist.)
but where "pultizes" (my latest wv) fits will take some considering.
well worth holding onto in case you write a science fiction novel (or the Canterbloggy Tales) and need names for characters! I read your "pultizes" as "pulitzes"...that's the act of writing in hopes of winning a Pulitzer Prize *g*.
wv: donyche (dontcha know)
I think you could create a whole new language, then WE could go around talking and no one else would know what WE'RE saying. How 'bout it?
Mentu micior, kinfinsir! Oboli. Comegu tosipsyp relis?
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