Good day, dear reader, literary degenerates, and word perverts of various species.  And what a day it is…a cool fall day in the Creek, all cloudy and drizzly.  And only six days until Halloween, the New Years Day of the Gallaway Calendar.  I like it.

For absolutely no reason at all, I’ve decided today’s Word of the Day is a lexical artifact, dredged up from the Mariana Trench of the English language, found in the sedimentary layers of Latin, polished with the spit of linguistic masochists, and flung into the modern lexicon like a grenade of nonsense and confusion.  [That was quite an introduction…all apologies, dear reader…yrs. truly had a big breakfast, and a bigger lunch.  Never mind.]  Ladies and gentlemen, I give you nudiustertian –  adjective – pertaining to the day before yesterday.  Yes, a whole word for a concept we’ve clumsily handled in three.  And it’s so perfectly useless it’s beautiful.
Etymologically, it’s a smash-and-grab from Latin: nudius = “now is the day” and tertius = “third.”  So nudiustertian means “the third day from now,” which, in the twisted logic of time travel and English grammar, lands you squarely in the day before yesterday.  You can almost hear some toga-clad senator slurring it after too much wine, trying to remember which day he misplaced his chariot keys.  It’s the kind of word that makes even seasoned lexicographers reach for the desk whiskey.

So there I was, sitting in a booth at the Pink Iguana, where the air was thick with the ghosts of myriad bad decision’s – a miasma of stale cigarette smoke, cheap whiskey, and Glitter Bomb body spray.  My present companion – stage name: Tropicana, real name: Bethany – is straddling a barstool like it owes her child support, wearing nothing but glitter and the kind of confidence that makes Wall Street brokers cry in the shower.
I tell her, “You remember what happened nudiustertian?”
She blinks.  “Is that a sex position?”
“No, it’s a word.  It means the day before yesterday.”
She squinted at me. It was the same look she gave a guy who tried to pay for a lap dance with a coupon.  “Why not just say ‘the day before yesterday’?”
“Because language is a weapon, Bethany.  And sometimes you need a sniper rifle instead of a butter knife.”
She started at me, a long, unnerving silence stretching between us, punctuated only by the frantic clatter of my own self-satisfaction echoing in my skull.  I felt brilliant.  A poet.  A warrior of words bringing light to the darkened corners of her vocabulary.
Finally, a slow, dangerous smile spread across her face.
“You know,” she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.  “There’s a word for people who use words like that.”
I leaned in, genuinely curious.  “Oh yeah?  What is it?”
She leaned closer, her lips almost touching my ear.
“Unfuckable,” she breathed.
Then she took the bottle I had just paid for, winked, and sashayed away, leaving me alone with the sudden, crushing weight of my own magnificent vocabulary. 

So there it is, dear reader…nudiustertian.  Use it if you want to sound like a time-traveling Victorian ghost with a thesaurus addiction.
Use it to confuse your friends, alienate your enemies, and seduce someone who thinks etymology is foreplay.
Use it because words are weapons, and this one’s a dagger dipped in irony.

N.P.: “Rivers Laughing” – promptgenix