Fibonazis

Fibonacci.
Nazis.
Fibonazis.

Those who are very strict about keeping everything ordered 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, etc.

8.
Etc.
Eight cetera.

Decadequate

Decade.

Adequate.

Decadequate.

It's 2010, the start of a new ten-year period!

Or it's actually the end of the last ten-year period, because when you count to 10 starting with 1*, you don't get there until you get to 10. And then the next 10 starts with 11.

Don't be mad. Or do. Let it out.

Math and I are here for you.

Eleven.

Venting.

Eleventing.

* I'm told there is no year 0 (no Chinese year of the goose egg**).

Of course, time is relative and anyone can call anything whatever they like, but according to the system that we're using, there's no number 0, so we started with 1 and finish with 10, unless there was a 9-year decade somewhere in the past two-thousand years.

Nonade?

Adept.

Nonadept.

Or, if some amount of time was added to or subtracted from each year or decade as necessary to get us to the point we're at now, such that 2010 can be the first year of a new decade.

Arithmetic.

Meticulous.

Arithmeticulous.

Which I'm fine with, either way, if that's how people want to go.

I'm agreeable. Especially when the issue doesn't really matter.

Flexible.

Bull.

Flexibull.

** Goose egg means zero, right?

So then egg definitely came before chicken.

Just not necessarily chicken egg.

Fowl.

Philosophy.

Fowlosophy.

(See also Breakfastidious.)

Galoreos

Galore.
Oreos.
Galoreos.

A lot of cookies.

Cascades.
Desserts.
Cascadesserts.

Candorky

Candor.
Dorky.
Candorky.

To be honest, I have some nerdy interests.

Huge.
Geek.
Hugeek.

For example, growing up I was great at math and read a lot of comic books. (And I could tell you just how many comic books I read, that's how great at math I was.)

Loner.
Nerd.
Lonerd.

But I'm not dorky in every way one can be.

Dweeb.
Ebb and Flow.
Dweebb and Flow.

For example, I'm not a huge fan of Star Trek.

Trekkie.
Keyed Up.
Trekkeyed Up.

Which means I enjoyed the new movie, but I would have enjoyed it slightly more if I knew EVERYTHING there is to know about Star Trek.

Outcast.
Astronomical.
Outcastronomical.

But if I knew EVERYTHING there is to know about Star Trek, I would probably have enjoyed my life more than slightly less.

Misfit.
Fitting.
Misfitting.

Also I get lots of chicks now.

Magnet.
Networking.
Magnetworking.

Nipplethora

Nipple.
Plethora.
Nipplethora.

More than two.

Quantity.
Titties.
Quantitties.

Integeriatric

Integer.
Geriatric.
Integeriatric.

The oldest number.

Zero. (The one that was around before all the other ones.)

Makes sense that the oldest is the smallest. Happens with people also.

Prune.
Undersized.
Prunedersized.

Quadricentennialways

Quadricentennial.
Always.
Quadricentennialways.

It's that time again.

The number of posts here is once more divisible by one hundred, and while Blogger may not know the word "quadricentennial," I hold that it is a valid numerical prefix, and Merriam-Webster agrees.

Validity.
Ditto.
Validitto.

So we soldier forth. (Or we soldier four hundredth, actually.)

Here's to the next four-hundred, and the four-hundred after that, and however many it will take before the prefixes get too ridiculous or non-existent to continue this tradition...

Silly.
Ellipses.
Sillipses.

Sorrobot

Sorrow.
Robot.
Sorrobot.

Machines can't feel emotion, but if they could, this is probably the one they would feel the most.

Unhappy.
Application.
Unhapplication.

A factory conveyor belt, performing the same mindless job, day in, day out, until a breakdown occurs.

Automated.
Tedium.
Automatedium.

A laptop, built to go obsolete by the time it hits the market so anyone who buys one immediately wants another instead.
(Plus the larger prospect of being owned and forced to do the master's bidding.)

Slavery.
Electronics.
Slaverelectronics.

A calculator, undergoing the sexual harrassment of constantly being made to say "BOOBLESS" upside-down.

Racy.
Cyborg.
Racyborg.

An alarm clock, forced to have Tourette's every nine minutes until beaten back into silence.

Sadistic.
Tick-Tock.
Sadistick-Tock.

And countless other examples.
Well, countless only until a sad machine is programmed to do the counting for us.

(See also Calculatorture and C3PO'd.)

Calenderanged

Calendar.
Deranged.
Calenderanged.

March Madness is over...

Time for April Sanity to rule!

Probably not as popular a concept due to its lack of alliteration.

Maybe it should start marketing itself as April's Anity. *

Oddball.
Alliteration.
Oddballiteration.


* Of course, that would be crazy.

Mathematiquality

Mathematic.
Equality.
Mathematiquality.

Some people are for "marriage equality" for gay people.

Not me.

I'm for "marriage GREATER-than-ness" for gay people. Because they've had "less than" for quite some time (and not in a "less is more" tricky kind of way), so this seems like a perfect way to even the score.

PLUS, it has the added benefit of giving gay marriage opposers something legitimate to complain about.
e.g. "How come they get MORE rights? They shouldn't get MORE. They should get EQUAL!"

And then gay marriage opposers are suddenly fighting for marriage equality, and everyone wins!

Homophobia.
Obituary.
Homophobituary.

Fortunescapable

Fortune.
Unescapable.
Fortunescapable.

A Chinese cookie told me this yesterday:
"A hen tomorrow is better than an egg today."

Metaphor.
Horoscope.
Metaphoroscope.

1) I'm a vegan so neither option sounds great.

2) It's now tomorrow from yesterday, and I don't have either.
Zero hens today seems about equivalent to zero eggs yesterday.

3) This fortune seems to contradict traditional Western wisdom:
"Don't count your chickens before they've hatched."

Rooster.
Sterile.
Roosterile.

Which came first, the idea that a chicken is better or the idea that eggs shouldn't be counted?

Mathematical.
Calculation.
Mathematicalculation.

(Another time, I got a fortune that said "Pessimism never won any battles," which seemed itself pessimistic.

Pessimism won the battle of getting you inside that cookie, fortune.
Don't bite the hand that feeds you.

Or rather, don't bite the hand that puts you into into a cookie that feeds someone else.)

Paradox.
Doctrine.
Paradoctrine.

Visualive

Visualize.
Alive.
Visualive.

People who survive near death experiences sometimes describe having seen their life flash before their eyes.

What if the actual death experience involves the same thing, but because the life includes the death experience, whenever one gets to that death experience in the flashback, one starts experiencing the life flashing before one's eyes again within that very flashing, over and over, experiencing life anew in flashback form like a mirror within a mirror, each iteration getting smaller and smaller in absolute chronological terms, but to the experiencer seeming as full as ever, essentially a reincarnation of the same life experienced from the get-go, ad infinitum, approaching death as an asymptote but never fully reaching it because every time it arrives, life starts flashing before one's eyes again?

Recursivity.
Vitality.
Recursivitality.

Also, what if dirt tasted like chocolate? *

Shovel.
Velvety.
Shovelvety.

Then no one would be scared about taking a dirt nap, because it would really be a chocolate nap!
Deep, dark, chocolate sleep.
Mmmm.

Cocoa.
Coma.
Cocoma.

Except that a dirt nap is more a euphemism for the never-ending coma where you're not breathing or living or anything.
But it's still full of chocolaty goodness!

Dead.
Delicious.
Deadlicious.


* People would definitely eat it, which would likely have some effect on the farming industry.
Maybe farmers could just start selling people dirt to eat, instead of growing food in the soil.**

Agriculture.
Turnover.
Agriculturnover.

Which would be great, unless dirt didn't have nutritional value in addtion to its obvious great flavor.
Then people would just be unhealthily fat from tasty filth.
And that wouldn't be an ideal world at all.

But at least we're not talking about death anymore.

Reaper.
Persistent.
Reapersistent.


** Are dirt and soil the same thing?
Does one just have a better PR guy?

Dirt sounds dirty, but so does soiling oneself.
So maybe they are even.

Fulfill.
Filth.
Fulfilth.

Buddhistory

Buddhist.
History.
Buddhistory.

In the beginning, we were all one.

Totally.
Allied.
Totallied.

Then that kept happening.*

Unity.
Typical.
Unitypical.

And that brings us up to now and always.

Present.
Entirety.
Presentirety.

In current events, the river flows.




* If all is one, why are math classes so concerned with other numbers?

Calculus.
Useless.
Calculuseless.

Calculatorture

Calculator.
Torture.
Calculatorture.

Math is hard.
So many buttons to press.

Imagine what it was like before today's technology existed.

Abacus.
Cussing.
Abacussing.

Strychninety

Strychnine.
Ninety.
Strychninety.

Poison that is ten times as powerful as usual.

Helpful if you need to kill a man who has the strength of ten men.

Or ten men with the strength of one man each.
You know, men.

Male.
Ailment.
Malement.

Pascalamity

Pascale.
Calamity.
Pascalamity.

A French philospher determined that one should gamble that God does exist, because that will result in one of the following:

1) You are right, God exists, and you win an eternal afterlife of happiness.
2) You are wrong, God doesn't exist, and nothing bad happens.*

Wager.
Germane.
Wagermane.

But if you had gone the other way, betting against God's existence, you get one of these results:

1) You are wrong, God exists, and you win eternal suffering.
2) You are right, God doesn't exist, and all you win is a life of being right. And you never even find that out, because when you die that's it, the end.

Gambit.
Bitter.
Gambitter.

So either way, Pascale reasons, betting on God seems the way to go.

But here's the thing.
Would God really honor the integrity of your faith that was based solely in the study of probability?
e.g. "THOU HAST HEDGED THY BETS CORRECTLY, WELCOME TO HEAVEN!"

I imagine he would at least leave you lingering in limbo for a long, long time.

That's got to be pretty close to hell itself, an eternal game of limbo?
Hearing that "Jack be limbo, Jack be quick" song over and over?**
That would likely be enough to push anyone over the edge and make them beat someone to death with the limbo stick, and then lose their spot in line for heaven anyway.

See? God's got a plan for everything. Even sneaky numbers geniuses.

Math.
Atheism.
Matheism.


* Unless you think wasting your life being wrong is bad.
(In which case, what if you're wrong about that?)


** What if the different levels of hell were simply determined by what song was playing continuously there?
On the Macarena level, at least you get exercise. At first.
But you keep going until you're just bones, and then your bones are used as limbo sticks.
At least even hell is getting in on the green action.

Torture.
Recycle.
Torturecycle.

Kuwaighteen

Kuwait.
Eighteen.
Kuwaighteen.

The answer to the question, "Can you combine the name of the latest country to have a representative visit this blog with the number of total countries that now fit that bill?"

("Yes" would have also been an acceptable response to that question.)

Technically.
Allowable.
Technicallowable.

Cameraser

Camera.
Eraser.
Cameraser.

A picture is worth a thousand words.

This device is able to tell those thousand words to shut up.

It comes in many names and many forms.
(Magnet, hammer, paint, etc. Use your imagination.)

Ingenuity is worth minus a thousand words.

Anathema.
Math.
Anathemath.

Swedensity

Sweden.
Density.
Swedensity.

Welcome to the blog, at least one Swede.

You have increased the Swedensity here by an infinite percentage since yesterday.

Astronomical.
Calculus.
Astronomicalculus.

Guesstimatrix

Guesstimate.
Matrix.
Guesstimatrix.

To whomever put together "guess" and "estimate": why combine words with same-ilar meanings? *

You don't see me-I** doing this:

Fluid. Liquid. Fluiquid.
Fake. Fictitious. Faketitious.
Jacket. Coat. Jackoat.
Cow. Cattle. Cowtle.
Mapmaker. Cartographer. Mapmakartographer.
Armageddon. Apocalypse. Armpogeddalypsen.
Fatso. So Obese. Fatsobese.
(Okay, you actually might have seen me-I do this last one.)

Just give it some think-sideration, okay?



* Okay, maybe you could argue that an estimate is more educated than just a guess.

But then what's a cross between a less educated guess and a more educated guess?
A guess with a medium level of education?

Is it really necessary to have this much differentiation in the levels of guess quality?

Just because you CAN combine words doesn't mean you SHOULD combine them. ***

You don't see me-I doing this:

Skull. Skeleton. Skulleton.
Shoe. Boot. Shboot.
Couch. Chair. Couchair.
Woman. Human. Whuman.

These things are close enough as is.
What good will combining them do?
Just leave well enough solone.


** Me-I: a fun one to say, a cross between "me" and "I."
And if "myself" is feeling left out, feel free to upgrade to "Me-I-self."


*** But it also doesn't mean that you shouldn't.
Especially if the words mean different things that can be combined to result in hilarious or innovative (or at least logical) results.

Hilarious.
Results.
Hilarisults.