RCB points me to SexLingo, which I am sorry to say is the most overengineered piece of trash I have ever seen. Let me count the ways that this noble concept could have avoided annoyance:
There’s only one tiny link in the page that launches the dictionary, and it’s not easy to find. It’s done in Shockwave 8.5, which is completely unnecessary for a dictionary. It uses XML and a database which is overkill for a dictionary of under ten or twenty thousand entries. It forces you to use a single lookup heirarchy (category, then alpha) when XML and a database could be used for multiple drill-down patterns and also a search engine. It uses cascading menus when it should probably be a flat list. You have to look up each word individually and can’t click “Next” or “Previous.” The definitions are not displayed along with their corresponding words, so if the definition doesn’t make immediate sense you aren’t sure that you haven’t clicked the wrong menu item (is that what “turkey” means? Or did I just click on “terabyte?” ). There are no links between words, even when you are directed “see steerer” or “see felching.” Between lookups you have to move the mouse off the menu launching point, then go back and click; this makes browsing a pain in the ass.
In other words, I’m a crotchety old man who’s pedantic about technology. And who has just discovered that this site renders poorly on the Danger Sidekick (aka T*Mobile HipTop). I think the stylesheets are broken for Internet Explorer on Windows, as well, but I don’t think any of my friends use that.
Which is yet more evidence that I live in a parallel universe of my own creation. I mean, really. I know only two or three people who voted for Dubya. Everyone I know thinks abortion should be safe and legal, and that gay people should be allowed to marry and adopt, and that drug laws in this country don’t make any sense. I can just tell that some day I’m going to buy a tiny little house with a tiny little lawn, and every afternoon at three thirty I’ll come out the door in a cardigan waving my fist and shouting at the goddamn kids to stay away from my tiny little house and off my tiny little lawn.
Secretly Ironic 