Fedge for the holidays.

In the late 70s my brother purchased a clock radio, a Sony Dream Machine. It had blue LED numbers and an integrated dimmer. The day the warranty expired the CPU suffered an aneurysm and would become unstuck in time as soon as the dimmer was triggered by darkness. The fact that he was renting a windowless basement room, known without affection as the rubber room, guaranteed frequent appearances of an LED numerical figure that looked like a backwards F which Owen named "Fedge," as in, "oh, I have to get to work, it's 18 after Fedge." Then, some 20 years later, I drew a rat and stole the name.