The evil frenchman known as ![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
sbourge dropped in last night in his month-long traipse across France and England. Much laughter ensued. Interesting fact: I can get into Katy's purple teddy, but it doesn't fit me well. Do with that mental image as you wish.
Day: June 14, 2005
Quote of the day
When asked 'what's wrong?' or 'how was your day?', I will frequently respond with a low and mournful wail of 'ducks', and occasionally a fit of angst-ridden quacking. You know it's been a bad day when I manage to make 'quack quack quack' sound like the gothiest goth poetry that ever gothed a goth. This usage of the word 'ducks' comes from the phrase 'nibbled to death by ducks', signifying a day on which nothing went really wrong, but lots of little things conspired to drive me out of my banana tree. Unnervingly, this is starting to catch on with people who aren't me, thus proving that the English language really needs a word for 'many small but irritating things have conspired to make me want to lay waste to all things, burn the houses of the infidel, and salt the earth behind me to ensure that they will not soon rise to challenge me again'
Taken from The Dictionary of Seanan McGuire