Wicked Word Wednesday 1.4 Results

Wicked Word Wednesday Results
Participation and voting has been falling off slightly since the first Wicked Word Wednesday.

Perhaps I need to publicize it more?

I know the page is getting views, any suggestions on increasing actual interactions?

“Enough!” I hear you cry, “We want to know who won!”

Very well; the winner this week is . . . a tie between


Byron said it best . . . “cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold . . . that host on the morrow lay withered and strown . . . lances unlifted, trumpet unblown. . . widows of Ashur – loud in their wail, idols are broke in the temple of Baal.”



The captivating Contessa caused a combination of calamities by colliding with the crooked constable’s critically ill Clydesdale and confounding the Count’s conniving cohort – quite a conundrum!

With an Honorable Mention to


We are the lost legion,
Woodstock’s kid sister,
Gen X’s maiden aunt
with mentholyptus breath
And slow ass dial up.
Always running to catch up.
The forgotten cohort.
‘hey guys, wait up!’
We sing out.
“You don’t understand”
the kids respond.

Congratulations to this week’s winners (don’t forget your badges!) and tune in Wednesday for another Wicked Word!

Monday Morning Grievance: Non-Words

It’s Monday and I haven’t had my coffee.

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Yes, I have a long weekend. Yes, I’m still up early. No, I’m not going in to my office – even though I could get some things done . . . well, probably. Google Drive helps me work from home; all I have to do is make sure the files and are compatible . . . and that I actually upload my work to my drive before leaving for the school. I certainly can’t blame Google for that particular failing, now can I?

I wouldn’t say that nothing annoyed me this week; rather, nothing annoyed me to the point that I wrote it down as a possible Monday Morning Grievance. So, it’s back to those first posts – you know, the ones where I simply listed five things without any explanation. Believe it or not, my very first grievance was about drivers who don’t use turn signals, which I just so happened to write about two weeks ago. So, that brings me to


I’m not talking about words that are simply mispronounced or misused, although they are indeed annoying. I’m talking about words that are just plain wrong. Among the many words lying in the gutter, robbed of any meaning by ignorant hoodlums, lies sandwich.

Really, when was the last time you heard this word pronounced correctly by someone other than an English teacher or other lover of grammar?

To many, this word is pronounced “samwich” or – the greatest atrocity of all – “sammich”.

There is no such thing as a “sammich”.

It’s really not that difficult:

Say sand.

Say which.

Now put them together . . .







You Keep Using That Word



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