Language...

Yesterday I was talking to my aunt when an inspiration hit me.  She was saying that I should use more colorful language and writing in this blog.  But I was really confused.  Does that mean that I should just throw around a bunch of big words in my posts?  Like, "Greetings, recalcitrant homo sapiens of the world wide web, and welcome to my myriad of editorials about... pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis and stuff!"  Or does that mean I post in a different language every sentence, like "नमस्ते दोस्तों!  歡迎在我的博客!  Pourquoi je ne parle pas l'anglais?"  Or should I focus specifically where she said "colorful" and post like this?


I'll think about what she meant and get back to you later.  But you know, what really confuses me is the word "language".  It's a really confusing word, when you think about it.  I mean, look at all the meanings it has:


1.  There's the normal one, which is like "I am taking French as my foreign language in school!"
2.  Then when someone swears and somebody yells out, "Watch your language!"
3.  Then the one which I already mentioned, to use "Colorful and creative language and varied vocabulary!"


It's really annoying having so many meaning for this one word.  If I was one of the people who invented English, I would have had a different word for each of these meaning.  I'd probably choose some really awesome word like, "blastorzistical".  If it were for me, people would be running around yelling at each other to, "Watch your blastorzisticals!"


Speaking of blastorzisticals and new words, I wonder how a language gets made.  I know the language supposedly "gradually changes over time", but I have trouble seeing this happening.  Like, one day me and a bunch of friends decide that instead of speaking regular English, wee wile talken licks dis?  So then it becomes habit and we name our new way of talking "Gopalinglish"?  Or do a bunch of old men with long beards sit around in a circle deciding the words in their new language.  Yeah... I can see that happening.  "We will call this a square.  *points to circle*"  "No!  We must call that a triangle!"  "What about calling it a circle?"  *Murmurs in the crowd* "Yes, circle it is.  Now, onto naming these weird hairy things hanging from our chins..."