I like it. By the power vested in me by My Overblown Sense of Importance, I proclaim this Make-Up-Your-Own-Word Week.
Why kowtow to the dictates of His Imperial Highness Merriam or Herr Fuhrer Webster? Throw off your shackles and be free! You say it's a word? That's good enough for me. Whazzit mean? You decide. Don't know what that thing on that thing with the other thing is called? Make it up. It's already got a name—something with a "t"—but you just can't quite remember? Eff 'em. Make another. Hyphens, low-phens, any kind of -phens; prefixes, suffixes, intra-fixes, exo-fixes—smash it all together. It's all fair game. Who needs The Best Word in the Whole Wide World? (You heard me, Mr. Saucy-pants.) Down with patriarchal imperial hierarchies. Up with the jumbled detritus of our over-heated brains. It's democratational!*
* Apologies. I got a all dander-fied and perhaps a touch ker-fluffed. I think I need to take a walk.