Catology is what anyone who owns a cat is doomed to practice for the rest of their 'pets' natrual life, little do most pet owners realise that they are being pulled into this dangerous cult of cats.
In addition to what a purely literal reading of the word suggests ("the study of maps") it is also the ancient art of divination of future events through maps and charts based on geographical features of the real world. One who is trained in the practice of these sacred rituals is called a Cartologist. This honorable profession is not to be confused with the mere trade of the "Cartographer" who can only be considered a technician in comparison. A true Cartologist has been endowed with the skills to foretell one's path in life by observing the intricate geometrical figures on any kind of topographical map (that is reasonably accurate) depicting the subject's immediate surroundings at the moment of the soothsaying. It has also been described as "navigational forecasting" and "finding one's way" with the clear intention of alluding to the spiritual connotations of said expressions.
We're lost! We will have to consult the map. Is there anyone here who's been inaugurated to the cult of Cartology?
Let the Cartologist read the map! He will know where we're going.
Crapology: the study of anything that does not reach a high standard as set by the majority of stake holders. Subject is generally a singular object or noun that many people submit evidence on to be reviewed by a group. An example might be crap photos of birds. Criteria to be met may include blurred images, poor placement of the subject, poor distance.
Any object may become the subject of a study in its crappiness. The only criteria is that people must volunteer to judge the object objectively without feeling and bias.
While our lifespan is the number of years we will live, our healthspan is the number of healthy years we will have and our sexspan is is the number of years we will continue to be healthy enough to continue having an active sex life.
A lighthearted reaction upon receiving disappointing news of some sort. Usually something that isn't a particularly a big deal, esp. when it primarily affects someone else - sort of a mild schadenfreude. Sometimes doubled or tripled, and possibly said in a sing-songy voice for added comedic effect to imitate a muted trumpet, which is how the meme originated.
You didn't get any napkins with your takeout pork fried rice? Womp womp.
A phenomenon in film/television series, most notably streaming series, where the main premise is drawn out to such a point that it takes an entire season or more to get the parts of the series the audience is actually interested in seeing.
For example, if a series is titled "Surf Dracula," a majority of viewers would tune in expecting to see Dracula surfing by the first or second episode. However, the entire first season would instead be tedious padding and backstory before finally ending with Dracula surfing in the last five minutes of the season finale.
I watched "Smallville" on Netflix the other day. Dude, it was ten seasons of filler before he finally flew! Major Surf Dracula Syndrome!
Finding your way back to the truth by fixing on one verified fact and working out from there, the way you navigate by the North Star when everything around you is spinning.
Rumours were flying everywhere, so she went northstarring — one checked fact at a time.