My girlfriend's name is Brae. This is her mouth. Amazing things happen when it gets hold of the English language.

Resembling at various times Reverend Spooner, The Bard and a Japanese novelty t-shirt, she is an endless wellspring of linguistic gems and curiosities.

What follows in an attempt to catalogue Brae's unique, creative and often baffling relationship with the spoken word.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

I was writing the blog update about gargyles last night and Brae was reading over my shoulder. She wanted me to make it clear that she wasn't paying attention to the show. You know, 'cause that would explain her spontaneous invention of the word gargyle.

She said to me, "can you write that I was just whimsilly walking in the room?"

"What the hell does whimsilly mean?"

"Ummm... whiskfully?"


"I don't know what I'm trying to say."

"That makes two of us, my dear."


  1. I like "whimsilly." Makes perfect sense, really.