Wonder if there's a word for...

...refrigerated leftovers on the 50-50 cusp of OK and TKO. 

Suggestions:  LeftTurners, Mmmm-Hmmms?

....Social Media site request from stranger desirous of connecting with you.

Suggestions:   Friendshit, Invitashun.

....giving Cashier a $50 rebate card but not knowing if you used it before or how much is left in the balance.

Suggestions:  Indiscreditable.  Centslessness.

...arriving at the office for a very early meeting only to discover it was cancelled (for no legitimate reason) less than an hour ago.

Suggestions: Send the person responsible for the cancellation an official looking e-mail from the Internal Revenue Service with five impenetrable 30 page attachments accompanied by a cover letter requesting immediate response and remittance and a warning about the possible legal consequences of non-compliance. 

(Not a new word or phrase, but that's my suggestion)

A Television news story that leaves out the who, what, where, when, why and how...but features three talking heads warning us of the  "...critical crisis looming ahead if we fail to take the necessary steps to bring this dire situation under control." 

Suggestions: Telemotionalism. Broadcrass News.  FOX. 

A Parking Spot just a bit short of accommodating your car, but worth trying anyway.

Fender StraddleCaster, A Huggie,  Unparalleled Parking. 

Funny, and pretty smart city planning too.  And more attention getting than the traditional sign that simply states the height of oncoming underpass. Cost of replacing the sign vs. cost of repairing the bridge (not to mention cleaning up the attendant and unpredictable mess of an accident) makes it a no brainer.  Except you don't see this kind of thing very often. And I wonder what other applications there could be for such similar early warning systems.

Sign as you enter State of Utah:

Welcome to our State of Mind. Turn back if you don't understand this sign. 

Sign in U.S. Congress Restroom.

Employees must wash each other's hands before returning to chambers.

Sign on ATM at Goldman Sachs

Slide Credit Default Swap here and withdraw quickly. 

Sign next to Venti Triple Espresso on menu. 

Warning: You will be awake for next 26 hours.

 New Words in search of definitions. 

Utencell (see illustration)

Mombarrassment.

Deafinition.

Suckceed

Unfoolfilled.

Flabberguested.

Sweethurt.

I'm still reading Chesterton's Father Brown mysteries, albeit only in bed at night where they make for very cosy and often sleep inducing reading.  The pattern is almost always the same, the characters almost always more caricature than not, but the observational and philosophical asides and digressions keep them fresh from story to story as G.K. indulges his unapologetic appetite for salting every dish with his very personal blend of savory satire.

Some savored examples:

“Humility is the mother of giants. One sees great things from the valley; only small things from the peak.”

"To be clever enough to get all that money, one must be stupid enough to want it."

"... journalism largely consists in saying "Lord Jones Dead" to people who never knew that Lord Jones was alive.

“…Neither, I assure you, does a Socialist mean a man

who desires a social evening with the chimney-sweep.

A Socialist means a man who wants all the chimneys swept

and all the chimney-sweeps paid for it."

 "But who won't allow you," put in the priest in a low voice, "to own your own soot."

"Men may keep a sort of level of good, but no man has ever been able to keep on one level of evil. That road goes down and down."

"And it seemed as if, on that particular morning, a swarm of total strangers had been buzzing in his ear with more or less unenlightening verbal messages; the telephone seemed to be possessed of a demon of triviality."

"Surely," said Father Brown very gently, "it is not generous to make even God's patience with us a point against Him."

"Do you believe in doom?" asked the restless Prince Saradine suddenly.

"No", answered his guest. "I believe in Doomsday."

 The prince turned from the window and stared at him in a singular manner, his face in shadow against the sunset. "What do you mean?"he asked.

 "I mean that we here are on the wrong side of the tapestry," answered Father Brown. "The things that happen here do not seem to mean anything; they mean something somewhere else. Somewhere else retribution will come on the real offender. Here it often seems to fall on the wrong person."

 Elizabeth Kolbert in this week's New Yorker wrote piece on Corn crop drought crisis.  Eye opening, informative and a fresh (to me)  perspective on consequences of global warming.  It begins:

Corn sex is complicated. As Michael Pollan observes in “The Omnivore’s Dilemma,” the whole affair is so freakishly difficult it’s hard to imagine how it ever evolved in the first place. Corn’s female organs are sheathed in a sort of vegetable chastity belt—surrounded by a tough, virtually impenetrable husk. The only way in is by means of a silk thread that each flower extends, Rapunzel-like, through a small opening. For fertilization to take place, a grain of pollen must land on the tip of the silk, then shimmy its way six to eight inches through a microscopic tube, a journey that requires several hours. The result of a successfully completed passage is a single kernel. When everything is going well, the process is repeated something like eight hundred times per ear, or roughly eighty thousand times per bushel...

Read more:  http://www.newyorker.com/talk/comment/2012/07/23/120723taco_talk_kolbert#ixzz20zPKckCl