When we were in Seattle last spring, Rob and I walked by the office of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer. I took this photo because we were amused by the newspaper's name.

"Heh," Rob said with a smirk. "They're post-intelligent. Is that like postmodern?" (Postmodern is one of Rob's least favorite terms. Because, rationally, it does not make sense.)

"If anyone is post-intelligent, it's you, baby," I said back. "But seriously, the Intelligencer? Are you kidding me? The Post-Intelligencer...ator."

"..ifier."

The Post-Intelligenceratorifier was a running joke for the rest of the trip, and has since become a meme in our marriage. Any word is now vulnerable to receiving superfluous suffixes, especially if we feel the need to mock things that are needlessly complicated, excessively big-worded, or just generally useless. (Interestingly, these characteristics tend to appear together.)