Today's word is toque. A toque is what foolish Americans would call a 'stocking-cap', or related forms of head-shrouding. I wore one myself, today, after getting up in a manner some might dub 'extremely late', so that no living person would be forced to endure the sight of my limp and unwashed hair. It is a good toque, black and warm, with a little Canadian maple leaf embroidered on it. Also 'CANADA' in big cursive letters. I bought it in, of all places, Canada. If you can imagine that. I was told that this toque made me look dark and mysterious; I immediately felt like David Boreanaz. For about five seconds. Then I remembered I'm not tall, not muscular, not manly, and not on television, which broke the spell. But those were five sweet seconds. And I owe it all to the toque.
In other, not-even-vaguely-Buffy-related news (unless Premier Gordon Campbell is actually some kind of immortal, vicious vodka-vampire)...
Oh, look, yet another scandal for the reigning BC Liberals. Imagine that. Same old story...Resignation, denying any wrong-doing, blah blah blah, foul stench of brimstone and corruption. That'll teach them to privatise railroads. And stew babies.*
*Note that there is no evidence that the BC government does stew or wishes to stew babies.**
**Yet.
Posted by aloysius at January 23, 2004 07:49 PM | TrackBack |