Namely English. I’m not $75k in the hole for nothing. If I don’t have a license to make up words then what the hell good is the piece of cardstock with my name on it sitting, I believe, under my bed for the dust bunnies to eat? Like interneters. My Firefox thinks that’s a bad word and has marked with with a red, squiggly line of doom. But me, I like the word interneter. It does to the word internet what blogger does to blog. It personifies it. It makes sense. Instead of saying one who uses a blog, we have a less overwritten term, blogger. So instead of one who uses the internet, web junkie, zit-strewn geek with carpal tunnel or chronic masturbator, we have interneter. Less tongue-tying, less letters, less cumbersome. Interneter. Makes sense. If blogger can exist, so can interneter.

Why do I say making up words requires an English degree? Well who better than to form new and better words than the people already proficient and learned in the language? Makes sense, right? But it looks like this unspoken rule has spread like a vicious rumor to the journalists of the world because, oh damn, they’re making shit up now too. The thing is, they suck at it. Namely because they don’t know the original word it’s spawned from to begin with. Really, what they’re doing is improperly using words that already have a proper saying because they can and because this is the media, people believe everything they say so they’ll think that old words have morphed into new ones because Candy Cane on the News At Nine says it. Oh how mistaken they were.

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