Question of the Day!

There isn't really one that bothers me. In fact, when things are trying my patience, I can be quite picturesque. So far this morning I've already shared with my work computer the thought that, in my humble opinion, it is an (illegitimate) son of Satan. And what I called the power cord as I tripped over it doesn't bear repeating in any kind of company, let alone the polite type.

I love a really creative one. Something well out of the ordinary. Something you could use at parties, if only they had the types of parties at which such language would be acceptable. There was a BBC drama series about 10 years ago called "Wolf Hall", about the character Thomas Cromwell and the politicking he got up to in the court of Henry VIII, where a character played by the late, lamented Bernard Hill exclaimed: "By the thrice-beshitten shroud of Lazarus!" I laughed so hard I missed the next five minutes. There really ought to be an Oscars/Emmys category for most creative use of cursing.

And here's the man himself. (this video is apparently banned in Russia, so if you happen to be in that neck of the woods you'll just have to take my word for it.)