I love my dad. He's an original. And sometimes stubbornly so. For instance, when his originality is dried up and he's in a creative slump, he starts slinging language around like confetti, minting word-concoctions like wildwildwild, spoink, and metaNow.

What do they mean? Despite the fact that more often than not the new words are presented in some awesomely frightening font, such as showcard gothic, and are at least 70px high, no one actually knows. And more than one person has been burned by a quick defensive reaction when inquiring whether wildwildwild is actually a viable business plan. (Answer: of course!).

He loves PowerPoints and Word Documents, often writes without capital letters, and has a sixth sense for pronouncing words and names exactly... wrong. Syllables go where no syllables have gone before.

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My mom sent me an email, I saw it in the queue: I opened it up. A word is worth 1000 pictures. Or, in this case, five words are worth two pictures: Lovely.