I saw a new word today. Not a proper word. A made-up word that somebody thought was proper. I am consumed with jealousy. I love to make up words. This one's a humdinger.
I'm not sure if the user was going for "castrated" or "ostracized." It was a Big Brother contestant, bemoaning the fact that he was about to make a big move in the game. And if he followed through, he suspected he might be castracized.
Now I wonder if he thought the other players were going to de-nut him, or shun him. I suppose you can never quite be sure on reality TV.
My own personal creative word for today was tossed out in class by me, myself, and I. To emphasize that we only have eight planets now. Not nine. No. Don't you worry about Pluto. It's still there. But now Pluto is assumed to be a moon of Neptune. Because one of those things is not like the others. The four outer planets are gaseous. But Pluto is solid. And its orbit is messed up. Instead of playing nice, orbiting in concentric ellipses like the other planets, Pluto dares to cross Neptune's orbit. And for those reasons...our dear former-planet Pluto, has been...wait for it...