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February 11, 2008
Two Unrelated Grafs*
I'm a fan of lingual permutations and colloquialisms being accepted into the lexicon and any other ways I can say slang is A-OK but, still, I do like to know the genesis of the phrases I bandy about. I'm biblical like that. So were you aware that card shark might actually have begun as card sharp? And chomping at the bit might more accurately be described as champing at the bit?
In other news, I woke up this morning as piece #2 in a four mammal spoon: Matt, me, Deuce, Walter. That's right: Walter was pressed up to Deuce's stomach, lying on his back and only occasionally reaching over to swipe my face or Deuce's corn dog. Deuce, in turn, was pressed up to my stomach, with her anus less than a foot from my nose. Matt was on the far side, shivering with no covers and half a food of bed space (I have a policy not to ask Deuce to move; Deuce has a policy to sleep on her side, straight-legged, in the middle of the bed). It was so sweet, I lay there in bliss - thinking all I needed was an insulin transfusion and a camera and...well, new socks, but that's a different story. Then Deuce let go a relatively modest poot, and I was up and out of that room like Jesse Owens.
* Yeah, grafs. That's what they call paragraphs in the editorial armpit. It's soooo swanky to hear "Massage grafs three and four and redo the subs and boilers and send it out to all the KOLs by EOD...or COB, if you're running behind." and realize - Wow! Your bosses must be fucking wicked important to be able to dismember language like that in a professional setting. Oh good times.
Posted by Bree at February 11, 2008 10:33 AM