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Surprise: 'skewiff' is a real word

I had a weird moment today when morning editor Ruth used the word "skewiff". I had only ever, ever, ever heard that word used by Amanda and her family. I thought it was one of those in-a-family funny mispronounced words that gets passed down through the generations.

But no! Ruth uses it too. The connection is their families' British ancestry, I guess.

I find "skewiff" in the Online Dictionary of Playground Slang, defined as "awry; out of alignment".

So now we have the definition of skewiff, its origin, and multiple independent usages. Of course, just putting into Google turns up use of skewiff all over the place, so I'm no genius or trailblazer for realizing this.

This realization is similar, though not of the same magnitude, as the first time I went to St. John's, NL. My girlfriend at the time used to call me "m'love" in a Newfie accent, and I found it charming and sweet. So we go to a diner and the waitress walks up and says, "So, what'll it be, m'love?" And I was all like ... um ... you mean you *all* say that? It's not a special affectionate term? Gosh.

Anyway, I hope your day is not going all skewiff.

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  1. I'm pretty sure nearly everyone in Australia knows what skewiff means. Crooked or out of alignment eg. "that picture is hanging skewiff!"

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  2. Yup, but us Aussies are more likely to say "ya picture's out of whack!" :)

    ....the more you know....

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  3. http://www.thefreedictionary.com/skew-whiff

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