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Incunabula is the term for, among other things, a book printed in the infancy of the printing press. I'm trying to concoct a suitable word for a book written and "published" at the rise of the e-book; so far the best I've been able to concoct is extribulum -- ex, out from, tribulum, a machine (specifically a threshing machine, but whatever).

In related news, your OED word of the day is "exesion", or the act of eating out. Technically it means "eating out" as in "corroding" or "eating away at" but I have decided to reclaim this word in a more modern context and declare that for lunch to day I shall exese. It will be a most enjoyable exesion.

"Fine," Nicholas says. "If you need me I'll be in Extribuli."

"Exwhat?" Donna asks.

"Look it up!" Nicholas calls over his shoulder, wondering actually how many volumes the OED now runs to. Extribuli -- ex, out from; tribulum, a machine. The opposite of the incunabula. Works that exist only in electrical form, at the cusp of the rise of the e-published book.

This is not Nicholas's first visit to the fifty-first century.

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Commentary post-hack: bobthemole, in the comments to this post, originally mocked up an OED entry for Extribuli and was kind enough to repost it to me when the hack occurred:

Extribuli, n. pl.
(With sing. Extribulum) Electronic books produced in the infancy of electronic publishing; spec. those uploaded to the Internet before 2010.

2008 S. STORYTELLER Angels Dining At The Ritz. Extribuli-- ex, out from; tribulum, a machine. The opposite of the incunabula.Works that exist only in electrical form, at the cusp of the rise ofthe e-published book. 2011 C. DOCTOROW Boing Boing. As part of the Digital Media Time Capsule...the earliest extribuli are being preserved. 2017 B. FORETHYME J. Electron. Publ. A surprising number of works that only existed in extribulumform are being painstakingly transcribed into hand-bound illuminatedbooks...by a growing cottage industry of scribes, illuminators, andbook-binders.

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Seriously, okay, I have nothing against redheads, I love redheads, but four of them when three of them are related and at least two of them are drunk...

And -- I swear to god, okay, months ago, I had met R once, and the second time I met him he was hanging out with M and B's brother and I couldn't figure out which of them was R because they look that much alike. So there were four nigh-identical people in my living room and then R and the Brother (god, I don't know his name) did this thing where they both start talking like Cartman from South Park at the same time.

Also, have you ever tried to explain the concept of Doctor Who to four identical looking people? Because I made an inadvisable joke about the microwave, which goes ding when there's stuff, and M can't let a decent pop culture reference die.

Uh, and then there was whiskey.

My life is a surrealist painting. But not the freaky Dali one with the stretched-out elephants.