I have a rubber duck on my desk at work. A colleague suggested it after getting bored of me bending his ear about whichever problem I was facing (see rubberduckdebugging).
“Talk to the duck” is now one of his favourite phrases.
It works quite well as I often find myself having a lightbulb moment while explaining the problem to the duck.
I like to think of myself as being like Greg House from the TV show.
Although I have started chewing on the duck’s head…
I’m also considering getting another latex dress. Westwardbound really need to stop tempting me with 30% off deals.
Maybe I’ll ask the duck if she thinks it’s a good idea.