tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186710102008-07-16T23:48:21.060-05:00The WordPlay Café Neologisms ContestWelcome to my neologisms page! For years I (actually, my editors) have labored to use correct spelling and grammar throughout the books and magazines for kids that we've produced, but the time has come to turn the dictionaries and style manuals upside down, shake, and see what the results are. Have fun reading through these, and feel free to enter the contest!Michael Klinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756093402407542656noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18671010.post-71297907216059313052008-02-08T16:14:00.000-06:002008-02-08T16:24:12.655-06:00Help!If anyone has been paying attention (and I know you have), there has been a recent failure on my part to post any new neologism challenges. It's not that I can't think of anything—there is simply no time (in the foreseeable future anyway) for me to draw for the blog. In short, I'm being hammered with work. Not a bad problem to have, but being so leaves me with just enough time to sleep, eat, kiss the cat, pet my wife... wait.<br />But I digress. Check back occasionally to see if I've come back from the dead. In the meantime, check out this map I made (www.dogfoose.com/map.jpg).<br />Thanks for looking!Michael Klinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756093402407542656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18671010.post-27010000290495097372008-01-11T17:53:00.000-06:002008-01-11T18:28:53.348-06:00Ad-JunkedLooking for a way to absolutely <span style="font-style: italic;">blow</span> a couple o'million bucks? Then do what many advertisers do on Super Bowl Sunday, and put forward the worst idea ever. Sure, we applaud those finely-tuned commercials that keep us from our appointed powder room duties on that day of testosteronal bliss, but what about the ones that leave us retching? How do we refer to those 30-second stinkers? Call an audible!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/R4gFDNtVCsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/T7KcNd_pPUI/s1600-h/Adjunked.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/R4gFDNtVCsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/T7KcNd_pPUI/s400/Adjunked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154375326303062722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Deadline for entries is noon, Friday, January 18. Next week: Candi-dated!<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"><img style="border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: middle; margin-left: 0.4em;" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=word-play" alt=" " />word-play</a></span>Michael Klinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756093402407542656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18671010.post-88219050993477249992008-01-04T15:07:00.000-06:002008-01-11T17:52:35.482-06:00I.C. RhodesThey may be made of water, but it's very <span style="font-style: italic;">hard</span> water. As if the summer didn't have enough surprises for your car, the chillier season finds happiness in pouring <span style="font-weight: bold;">icy potholes</span> from the sky! They're often fleeting (depending on your locale I guess), but their damage can live on. So what do we call these cold-blooded obstructions, these crystal canyons? Have an ice day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/R36hBdtVCrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CSsdjM6NI9U/s1600-h/Potholes.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/R36hBdtVCrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CSsdjM6NI9U/s400/Potholes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151732070285118130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">1st place: </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Potsicles </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(David G., Woodbridge, VA)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">2nd place: </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Treadgedies </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(Chris H.)</span></a><br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">3rd place: </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Hole shebang </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">2801aAudrey)</span></a><br />Honorable mention: <span style="font-weight: bold;">N-ice one </span>(cheez53)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"><img style="border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: middle; margin-left: 0.4em;" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=word-play" alt=" " />word-play</a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"></a></span>Michael Klinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756093402407542656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18671010.post-17324619460486790292007-12-28T17:36:00.001-06:002008-01-04T15:57:55.776-06:00Porcelain UnpluggedThe pervasive holiday mug—purchased by us in a spirit of unbridled holiday procurement—does its annual job, but sits empty and forlorn the rest of the year. Owing to its themed appearance, this perfectly useful object is shelved for all but 2 or 3 weeks a year. We may not always see it, but it's there! So, what do we <span style="font-style: italic;">call</span> it (and other objects like it)? Pour thing...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dogfoose.com/Mug.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://dogfoose.com/Mug.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">1st place: </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Cupbored </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(pl8speaker)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">2nd place: </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Christmugs </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(Ivan88, Cleveland, OH)</span></a><br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">3rd place: </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Whine stein </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(pl8speaker)</span></a><br />Honorable mention: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mug-grrrr </span>(2801aAudrey)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"><img style="border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: middle; margin-left: 0.4em;" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=word-play" alt=" " />word-play</a></span>Michael Klinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756093402407542656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18671010.post-37315498066850636882007-12-21T13:45:00.000-06:002007-12-28T17:58:06.195-06:00Presents of MindIsn't it nice to receive presents? Especially when those "thoughts of giving" are encased in 9 miles of decorated paper, 42 square feet of cardboard and bubble wrap, and 18 pounds of tissue. The actual gift (we'll tackle <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span> subject later) itself comprises about 2% of the actual mass, but we are left to deal with the holiday flotsam. So what name do we give to these severely over-wrapped objects of affection? No peeking....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dogfoose.com/Unwrapped.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.dogfoose.com/Unwrapped.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">1st place: </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gift-trapped </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(waverider, Auckland, NZ)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">2nd place: </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Wraptilian Attack </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(Bonnie K.)</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></a><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"><img style="border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: middle; margin-left: 0.4em;" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=word-play" alt=" " />word-play</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"></a></span>Michael Klinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756093402407542656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18671010.post-76905114366248864422007-12-13T11:01:00.001-06:002007-12-21T14:18:31.486-06:00Flakes of a FeatherMost scientists will tell you that no two snowflakes are identical. We say HOGWASH! The only reason for their skepticism is that no one has ever come up with a name for these rare but delightful hexagonal twins. So (knowing full well the editorial wrath of <span style="font-style: italic;">Nature</span> magazine is about to strike us), what do we <span style="font-style: italic;">call</span> these freaks of winter? Come on you snow-it-alls!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dogfoose.com/Snowflakes.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://dogfoose.com/Snowflakes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />1st place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Identicolds </span>(pl8speaker)<br />2nd place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sixual deviants </span>(Dunn M., Oakland, CA)<br />3rd place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Fro-zen </span>(verbal herb)<br />Honorable mentions: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Snow big deal </span>(blitzen)<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"><img style="border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: middle; margin-left: 0.4em;" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=word-play" alt=" " />word-play</a>Michael Klinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756093402407542656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18671010.post-20845732637400119502007-12-07T14:40:00.001-06:002007-12-14T14:42:02.415-06:00Primetime WastelandOh no! This <span style="font-weight: bold;">can't</span> be happening! You testosterone-filled "keepers of the clicker" know <span style="font-style: italic;">exactly</span> what we're talking about here. Every now and then you'll begin your fevered search for something better, only to be bested by 185+ channels... of <span style="font-weight: bold;">COMMERCIALS</span>!! Despite having a lightning thumb, there is no content in Mudville this day.<br />So what do we call this media limbo, this brief but painful lack of programming?<span style="font-size:85%;"> [Batteries not included.]</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dogfoose.com/Remote.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.dogfoose.com/Remote.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/R1BAlOfRzwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/13e4MTxecbk/s1600-R/Shopper.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/R1BAlOfRzwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/awHt4gT7Efc/s400/Shopper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138678183118360322" border="0" /></a><br />1st place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Chanulling </span>(anonymous)<br />2nd place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Advertsity </span>(Lea R., San Francisco, CA)<br />3rd place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Tiv-no</span> (verbal herb)<br />Honorable mentions: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Faux-gramming </span>(blitzen)<br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"><img style="border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: middle; margin-left: 0.4em;" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=word-play" alt=" " />word-play</a>Michael Klinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756093402407542656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18671010.post-27791748316332794032007-11-30T10:50:00.001-06:002007-12-07T15:41:51.487-06:00The Line in WinterIt's that time of year again. As courteous shoppers, we are inevitably confronted with the person to whom all rules of strip mall etiquette do not apply. These line-halting, box opening, price-complaining, and socially unaware <span style="font-style: italic;">mavens of the marketplace</span> are out in force right now, but what kind of a "tag" do we hang on them? Price check!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dogfoose.com/Shopper.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.dogfoose.com/Shopper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/R1BAlOfRzwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/13e4MTxecbk/s1600-R/Shopper.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/R1BAlOfRzwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/awHt4gT7Efc/s400/Shopper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138678183118360322" border="0" /></a><br />1st place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mallcontents </span>(Darryl F., UK)<br />2nd place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Cart Hog-grapher</span> (Richard L., San Diego, CA)<br />3rd place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Cou-pawns</span> (anonymous)<br />Honorable mentions: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Resident Carter </span>(pilotfish, NJ)<br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"><img style="border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: middle; margin-left: 0.4em;" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=word-play" alt=" " />word-play</a>Michael Klinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756093402407542656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18671010.post-29515373933764920142007-11-23T13:33:00.000-06:002007-11-30T11:35:41.271-06:00The One That Got AwayThanksgiving is a wonderful time of year, unless you're a turkey. Occasionally one of those holiday icons will slip the surly bonds of grandma's rotisserie—until next year anyway. So how do we refer to these "grate-escapists?" Warm it over in your mind and shoot us, uhmmm..., <span style="font-style: italic;">send</span> us your entry.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/R0wimw42j3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/PZzf6WNlARQ/s1600-h/Turkey.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/R0wimw42j3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/PZzf6WNlARQ/s400/Turkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137519324276625266" border="0" /></a></div>1st place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Freekey</span>(Dunn M., Oakland, CA)<br />2nd place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Phan-Tom</span> (pl8speaker)<br />3rd place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Poulfree</span> (Carla C., FL)<br />Honorable mentions: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Poultrygeist</span> (Evelyn C., Wichita, KS); <span style="font-weight: bold;">Tom Call-ins</span> (t-swifter, CO); <span style="font-weight: bold;">Scoffowls </span>(anonymous)<br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"><img style="border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: middle; margin-left: 0.4em;" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=word-play" alt=" " />word-play</a>Michael Klinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756093402407542656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18671010.post-12415986790517131372007-11-16T14:25:00.000-06:002007-11-28T08:46:46.890-06:00Deep in the Heart of TextingTexting? The word "text" is a noun, and the phrase "I <span style="font-style: italic;">texted</span> him" sounds just plain stupid <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> clumsy. Shirley, we can do better than this.<br />Now's your chance to say "I said it first!" So what shall we call it?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/Rz3-Aw42jyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/e-JJD00lHzk/s1600-h/Texted.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/Rz3-Aw42jyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/e-JJD00lHzk/s400/Texted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133538439349047074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1st place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Feemail</span> (dunderbot, San Diego, CA)<br />2nd place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Weemail</span> (Jennifer, Baltimore, MD)<br />3rd place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Thumbmail</span> (waverider, Auckland, NZ)<br />Honorable mention: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Phexting</span> (as in phone texting—Will, Valley Center, KS)<br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"><img style="border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: middle; margin-left: 0.4em;" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=word-play" alt=" " />word-play</a>Michael Klinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756093402407542656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18671010.post-73858572600948482802007-11-09T13:39:00.000-06:002007-11-16T15:10:03.545-06:00Attach attackWe can all identify with this one. You're about to send an email that is overpopulated with references to the attached image or document, and you're overjoyed with how well you've assembled the entire missive.<br />Then you send it. Then you realize you forgot to attach the relative file.<br />So what do we call this relatively recent phenomenon?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/RzS52HZNc8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/iKQXpLUz0WY/s1600-h/Attach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/RzS52HZNc8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/iKQXpLUz0WY/s400/Attach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130930214830699458" border="0" /></a><br />1st place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mailnutrition</span> (Chris C., Wichita, KS)<br />2nd place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Filefaux pas</span> (verbalherb, U.K.)<br />3rd place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dettachments </span>(Andy B., Toronto)<br />Honorable mention: <span style="font-weight: bold;">ADD - Attachment Deficit Disorder </span> (Chris C., Wichita, KS)<br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"><img style="border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: middle; margin-left: 0.4em;" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=word-play" alt=" " />word-play</a><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"></a>Michael Klinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756093402407542656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18671010.post-37098597246571952272007-11-04T10:05:00.000-06:002007-11-12T10:20:59.956-06:00Car Talk (not the radio show)You grab your groceries, pocket your keys, and head for the larder, but your car still has something to say! Tink, tunk, donk, whatever. So, what exactly do we call those noises? Time to put on your thinking hubcap.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/Ry-DyoJZ-7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6v-nGizDG6s/s1600-h/Car-talk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/Ry-DyoJZ-7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6v-nGizDG6s/s400/Car-talk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129463406391851954" border="0" /></a><br />1st place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Carcophony</span> (Emily S., Charlotte, VT)<br />2nd place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Cartunes</span> (Michelle D., Wichita, KS)<br />3rd place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Nash Rumblers</span> (Andy B., Toronto)<br />Honorable mention: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Toyotahhs</span> (Brian H., Louisville, KY)<br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"><img style="border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: middle; margin-left: 0.4em;" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=word-play" alt=" " />word-play</a>Michael Klinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756093402407542656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18671010.post-31547354260846701402007-11-03T15:15:00.000-05:002007-11-27T07:47:24.194-06:00Batter up?We've just witnessed (if you're a baseball fan of any kind) a recent smattering of this particular type of batter; the one that keeps backing in and out of the box, adjusting his batting glove (for the 28th time), checking his grip, bla, bla, bla. So what do we call this kind of baseball player?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/R0wfzQ42j2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/YHODJrI9xEM/s1600-h/Batter.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5PWCTuDk4fQ/R0wfzQ42j2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/YHODJrI9xEM/s400/Batter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137516240490106722" border="0" /></a><br />1st place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Maybe Ruth</span> (Brad G., Minneapolis, MN)<br />2nd place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">A Lumbercheck</span> (Margaret K., Salina, KS)<br />3rd place: <span style="font-weight: bold;">The ump's ire</span> (Todd T., Seattle, WA)<br />Honorable mention: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Pro Crastinator</span> (Eva M., Santa Fe, NM)<br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/word-play" rel="tag"><img style="border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: middle; margin-left: 0.4em;" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=word-play" alt=" " />word-play</a>Michael Klinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756093402407542656noreply@blogger.com