“Squicep, squish, forcep, weskit”

My colleague Dov Gordon collects words and phrases from my emails.

Like "mooper" and "poms" and "the gray gimpy one" and "jumped the shark."

"I have no idea what they mean," he writes, "but like worthless trinkets, I place them on my shelf."

I'm flattered, although I must also disagree. I think words are the most valuable kinds of trinkets when applied correctly in emails — as I'll cover in this month's Shirtsleeves Marketing Communiqué, which goes out tomorrow.

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The shameful truth, however, is that most of these words and phrases are not mine. They are largely cribbed from my wife, Smokey the Magnificent, who is gifted (some might say "nuts") in a way that I am not — especially when it comes to language. The rest are mostly nicked from my 4 year old daughter, who has a similar knack.

Here are a few other examples:

If you find amoosement (another of Smokey’s words) in such things, you should check out her blog. It is highly entertaining, once you get the hang of engaging with the pure madness of it:


Nothing for sale there — just something you might find a welcome diversion from work on a Friday morning.

Talk again soon,

D Bnonn Tennant
‘The Information Highwayman’

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