From Her Head Down To Her Toenails
Days Walking - 96
As I ramble daily, there's always a couple of worries that nag me - first, that I will repeat myself - which I've mentioned before, and second - that I'll accidentally steal from someone else.
I was cheerfully reading some old Dooce archives last night, and I came across one of her pregnancy blogs where she used the phrase "you're not ready for this belly." and I was like holy sh*t, I said that like a week ago.
And then I spent much too long racking my brains, trying to think back, whether I'd read it on Dooce before, or if we came up with it separately. I mean, it's not a phrase of inspired genius or anything, so either way is possible. Transpermia or Evolution? Scanning...
I'm a rather compulsive person, and so I start checking my laptop, sieving through my cookies and internet history, to try to determine if I viewed page X before date Y. Yes, I'm a psycho, because who cares who said a silly phrase first? I care, because I have nothing but time to fret and do deep searches of my cookies. I mean, she said it first, she said it a long time ago. But did I write it before I read it on her site?
And during my search, I came across all these cookies for porn sites. Wha? Sixteen in all, with multiple hits for several of them. Who had the time and the privacy to enjoy porn on my laptop? And why wasn't it me?
Now, I enjoy pornography, but I'm really more about text - erotica that is, than streaming video of heaving bodies. But these sites were the latter to my former. Hard. Kinky sh*t. The Zoroaster Granite of Porn. And that's lower than Vishnu Schist, mah friends.
(Yes, I'm a geology geek, see - you learn something new every day).
So being my compulsive self, I try to think back to who's been using my laptop. Just me, and occasionally whoever my shelter or tent mate was. Since I don't have the memory for anything that's actually useful - I can remember silly geology terminology, but not whether I took my pain pills or stuffed them into a pocket, or who was my tent-mate X days ago.
I cross reference the porn cookies with my shelter mate for the correct period, and it was Church!! Holy cow, Church is into the hardcore porn. I'm so surprised. She doesn't seem the sort. She's so reserved and proper and will only discuss sex in the most clinical terms.
Anneli and I have been known to share naughty stories of wanton debauchery, and Church just listens, a frown of mild distaste on her face. Why didn't she join in?
I never figured out if I stole the 'belly' phrase from Dooce. I'm willing to grant that I might have. Which makes me even more worried about stealing from other people. But I really don't have the time for worrying about what goes into the blog. I mean, it's so easy to absorb what we hear and read and add it to our own vocabulary.
As we're supposed to do, we're busy little learning creatures after all.
Now I get to absorb the idea that my quiet, contemplative, mild-mannered Church is Hardcore, Yo. I'm not aghast or appalled or anything. I just wish she would have joined in on the fun, down and dirty discussions. I'm not going to ask her about it, but it's an interesting window into her interests.
Litany Webb, signing off
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3 Comments:
I don't think you should have spent more than one second wondering if you borrowed the phrase from someplace else. My feeling is that creative uses of the english language need to be disseminated to the masses. I myself am nothing but a montage of quotes. Speak with me for more than five minutes and you're guaranteed to hear me make at least three movie references and a dozen or so television ones. I figured anything worth saying has already been said, so the creative part is in deciding when or where to say things.
Amen, kato.
Wait, I think someone may have said that before...
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