I was just leaving a comment about Steven's insanely accurate new rating system:
Yeah I know - move over stars here comes Steven and his taffy apple.
I was trying to describe the magical but also astounding hubris involved in turning oneself into a rating system (a rating system that is clearly getting ever more shitfaced the further it/he appreciates the object in question). Anyways, I couldn't come up with a word, so I made one up. See how exponential creativity is, it just breeds more of the same.
I called Steven's gambit the "Ridiclassiest" thing I had ever seen.
Now I both have to take ownership of the ridiclassy family of words, and I should also probably define it.
Ridiclassy: Is when a person does something impressively funny and also quite weird, but the thing is they do it so singularly from themselves, without biting some other person's wacked out funny as shit style. When you do it to the hilt, this weird, singular thing, then you are being "ridiclassy". To be truly ridiclass "demands complete and total confidence to the point of being oblivious".(Thank YOU STEVEN!)
Taxonomy: The word is a marriage of ridiculous and classy. As in what you are doing is just so batshit crazy or plain old abnormal. But you are doing it so well, and it clearly expresses some deeper part of your soul, so it's like you are being classy, while also clearly a grade A "innovator" ie; weirdo.
Example:
NOT RIDICLASS:
#1/ Hipsters are never "ridiclass" because whatever weirdness they do/wear is to impress other people, never because they wanna just give'r with their bizarre selves.
TOTALLY RIDICLASS
#2/ Anything an older member of your family does that used to embarrass you to tears as a teen-ager. If they are still doing it, and more importantly if whatever it is (collectibles, the hammer museum, singing operettas etc..) takes up a significant amount of their home turf (ie has a room, a floor, or a dedicated piece of custom-built furniture) - then they are "ridiclassy" and now you can be proud of them instead of ashamed.
I welcome further examples of both 1 and 2.
Most of us sit somewhere on the continuum of #1 to #2. In our shining moments we move closer to #2 and when we slide towards #1 the only real recourse is a sense of deep and abiding shame for being whatever the opposite of ridiclass is.

Move over Susan Sontag. I
Move over Susan Sontag. I now demand the full ridiclassy treatise, the ridiclassy film and the ridiclassy novel.