OK, that's fine.
In an effort to inject a bit of humor in to a somewhat testy relationship, I would occasionally needle Mark with remarks about "big words" or some such; I was, honestly enough, only kidding. Instead, he recently got very indignant with me and proclaimed he had "a genius IQ".
Immediately, I had a picture of Wile E. Coyote, "Genius", plummeting once again off a cliff, with a boulder falling after . . .
In any event, he is apparently trying to impress me - or something - as should be clear from the following comment:
Nobama is a floccinaucinihilipilification, as are Geoffrey's ludicrous comments.
To which I responded:
BTW, Mark, I see your Word-a-Day calendar investment is paying off.
Later in this same comment thread - just tonight, in fact, Mark wrote:
Geoffrey, Morologus es! Vescere bracis meis.
Tace atque abi.
Now, he says he's just trying to have fun with me.
Am I missing something here? Or what?
I looked up floccinaucinihilipilification on Wikipedia, and found out it means "the act of describing something as worthless, or making something to be worthless by deprecation". How it applies in the specific comment by Mark, I don't know.
As for the Latin phrases, they include, "You're talking like a moron. Eat my shorts [I guess I'm in sixth grade]. Shut up and go away."
Telling someone to "eat my shorts", even if it is in a dead language, hardly puts one up there with Montesquieu, or even Gladstone, as a user of the first lingua franca.
To his query as to my sense of humor, I just replied (and I want a record of it here before Marshall Art gets all upset and takes it down), "I do. I think being an idiot in a dead language is hysterical."
UPDATE: Now, he calls me an elitist, "but not in a good way." Jesus-please-us, what is this guys freakin' problem?