Oh, what’s that word to say ‘it feels damning good‘ in a non-sarcastic humbling way.
None?
Okay. It feels damning good to be given the Liebster award; third time’s the charm !
I retain my bragrights™ in all forms. Now, whenever my mother brings me out and asks me the godforbidding crisis question – What are you doing with your life you crazy duck – well mother oh mine, you miniature swan, I’m winning fictional awards that forces encourages me to do good acts of sharing. I might even just follow the rules this time. Might.
I find it fun that each time there’s a new version of this award. I’m going to go out on a limb and say that they were totally evolving just for me.
What’s that? The frog in the well? The only piece of blue sky. No sir/m’am, I dwaddle in my much larger pond. My view is beyond the horizon.
Before I go on preening my fur and allowing you guys the perverse glimpses of what makes up the unruly Duck, I have to stick my head in the water and thanks fellow Peckish Kiwi for giving me this award. What you need to know? It’s about food. Half of you probably already went to hell on me – fatass. My bonus : He keeps me slick with greasy pride. Yes.. allow the preening..
To begin, all great artists must trudge through 10 feet of boring crap, then later tell you how heartily they bounced through that, before they reach the golden monkey. Well, I’m not an artist. Fact 1.The first painting I ever done without the urgency of a grade is mostly finished.. not because the brushes are completely done themselves. So.. Rules smules, it’s really just – 11:11+11(<200)→ !!!
Based on that, you already know what an amazing mathematician I am. That’s a fact. 2.
If you happen to catch on think that my devilish head is just a slight too big for my hat, you must know I’m impersonating Scarlett O’Hara because I think I could lap her beaux twice over. Granted Rhett Butler was 17 years older. Hmm. Tasty old men indeed. 3. [I’m not weird. Ish. Refer to my wet dreams]
In the case where I finished the entire book in the span of a day and a half, I must reward myself to be a futuristic-robotic-genius. 4.
Having also sacrificed in that heated period of living through 1860-1870’s, I suppressed my overly try-hard bladder 5. for extended periods, which on several occasions has taunted me to bare the weight of trying to pee without noise as a guest. Of course, that’s when it acts up. And as I had reasoned, its overbearing nature has all that has to do with the tantrums of a high metabolism. 6.
Given that I am still the charming petite duckling, I happen to chew everything. Soup, ice cream and all. 7. Defying against the impossibilities of a flat beaker, hence I must say I am also somewhat of a trooper. 8. A nicer way to say stubborn as a bearded bull.
As I’ve recently returned from a trip from Seattle, I can safely tell you I did not spend more than $100. Or so. Clearly, the results of every man’s dream. 9. Oh bother, now I’ve got myself all wishywashy with gloat embarrassment. It’s going to take hell to be rid of my ever blushing cheeks. 10.
Alas, this is somewhat of a true embarrassment..much as I love the holiday spirit, my Christmas trees are still up and about. I’m torn between a secret wager against myself that they’ll last straight through to December and save me the the trouble, or smacking the next person who comments without worship upside the head. Pragmatic lazy. 11.
Not enough guys? Oh you spoil my ego so.
1. Tomato Sauce or Ketchup?
Make it saucy.
2. Tortellini or Ravioli?
Food. Food. Food.
3. Early bird or Night Owl?
If I could, I’d remain in a half deprived mode of early bird frenzy with the slackings of nocturnal starvation.
4. If you had a cow, what would you call it?
BETSY! No idea why.
5. If you were promised $10,000 a day for the rest of your life, but had to spend each lot of $10,000 in the day you received it (so no using finance or hire purchase), what would you spend your first $10,000 on?
Chocolate, food, clothes, spoils for my fat cat; As of the moment I’m a little terrified that I do not know how to rid myself of this money in a day. Tax doesn’t exist right?
6. Are you more likely to be ten minutes early or ten minutes late?
No..the duck is never late..not because its wings are made for looks and not for walking. Or flying.
7. What’s your favourite go to meal when you’re just cooking for yourself after a hard day of work when you are feeling lazy? Or if you don’t cook, what’s your favourite feed me now I’m hungry meal.
Home: Chocolate. Restaurant: some healthy stuff like cashew chicken with veggies that I really just couldn’t be bothered with if not for the masking sauce.
8. Do you dream in colour?
What’s this? Course, the duck sprays out rainbows.
9. What’s your favourite Eddie Murphy movie?
I’m going to apologize for having to Google that. I know the name. Much like I vaguely gauge the names of our current political parties.
10. Have you ever talked your way out of a speeding ticket?
No sir, I sprout broccolis and fly.
11. What’s the best thing about this blogging gig for you?
Stomping around in my one-man masquerade.
F.e.l.l.o.w .Q.u.a.c.k.e.r.s – Tonight, you may tell your overbearing parents that you were nominated by the Duck™
I’ll make this easy for you guys. I have one question, so answer it well; like I said, I just might follow the rules
– if someone were to travel into space and takes a regular clock ticking on earth’s time, since I don’t think it necessarily slows down visually, how would it regulate for the space traveler given that 1 year in space is equivalent to 10 years on earth (supposedly)…
As for the person themselves, if they happen to fall asleep for a few hours, wouldn’t that equate to them sleeping for several days since their bodies still run on earth time?..No bladder issues anyone?
Okay, that might have been two questions. Did I not say what a great mathematician I am? If you must, I concur my question is full of horsefeathers. Answer it anyway, cause you’re all full of goosefeathers and that’s what makes the world so great.
Say hello victims mes petits chouchoux.
To honor myself the rules, I hope that everyone here has less than 200 followers so I’m still following the rules. [Edit: Yeah. So to hell with it, foul play is my calling] Ah, it feels good to be spiteful again.
Cackles.From.A.Mad.Duck 
March 24, 2013 at 5:13 PM
Thank you! I’m on my way out of town so won’t get the chance to respond as the rules say, but will try when I return. Your thoughtfulness is much appreciated!
March 24, 2013 at 5:57 PM
You’re welcome ! No worries, I just came back to town , luckily in time. Hope you have a fun trip ! (: Look forward to your post .
March 28, 2013 at 8:23 PM
I truly love the quirky way you write. It’s beautiful, and it’s different. Thank you so much for the award. I’ll be accepting very shortly. 🙂 The fiancé says I crunch everything; he likes to say “you even crunch ice cream!” so the “chew everything” part made me laugh. Loved the post. 🙂
March 28, 2013 at 10:18 PM
That’s such a compliment to hear, my feathers are ruffled.
Alas, I found another rebellious trooper. We shall chew up a storm. Glad I gave you a chuckle.
You are very welcome Nicole, you deserve it ! (: