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Wednesday, May. 22, 2002 / 11:43 a.m. ~Pony Up or Belly Up?~ I�m so embarrassed. It hit me last night, right in the middle of watching something or other, TV you know, most likely during a commercial, I used the expression �pony up� when I think I should�ve used the expression �belly up�. How could I? I was tempted to log back on, go straight to Diaryland and correct my egregious error. Tempted. Please note the previous entry in which I describe my desire for salt as �ponying up to a salt lick� � wrong, wrong, wrong. One ponies up money, funds, yes? �Okay, you owe me, pony up!�, yes? One �bellys up to the bar�, right? Therefore, and in conclusion (that was funny when Mark wrote it), I believe I used the expression �pony up� in error and I do so apologize. I have seen the error of my ways. Ever do that? Write something in your diary, then remember it later, want to change it? Obsess a little about it? Or think that obsess is spelled obssess and spell it that way always, but then when composing in Word (as now) you get a squiggly red line under it and realize you have been wrong all along? Words. I love words, language, English, French, Italian, the power of the written word, playing with language, splitting infinitives, not worrying, having my own style. Love it all. But pony up means come up with moola, belly up means eating, imbibing, ingesting, yes? Where�s my slang dictionary when I need it? Oh yeah, at home. Veronica told me she wanted to go home and wallpaper a room in her house, wanted to ask to leave work. I told her to go sit down in her cubicle and buck up. Buck up, another good expression, one which I believe I use correctly. It was funny though. I made myself laugh with it. I told her later, �Hey, don�t you think there are things I�d rather be doing at home too? Don�t you think we�d all prefer to be home doing important and meaningful things instead of being here?� Okay, I didn�t word it quite like that, but that�s the gist. Gist. A good word. I realized today my cat Norma is stupid (okay, I�ve known it for quite some time). Poor Norma. I told her I know this because of the size of her head. I said, �You see, Norman, it�s like this, you have this pea sized head, and therefore, with such a small skull, you have little room for a brain. Therefore, again, you have a pea sized brain, also known as a peabrain, so you are peabrained and stupid. Aw, you�re so cute, my little peabrain!�, or something very similar. I realize, as well, that this line of thinking is flawed, and that the size of her head should be relative to her body, but then, well, she has a small head. And she does things which one would think a smart cat would not do, like the same things over and over again, things which elicit a negative response from me. I love her anyway. She is pretty. And she likes to cuddle on my lap. She does bite, and claw sometimes, and she�s overall useless, unless it�s cold and she warms me, but she provides some joy. You know I�m kidding, kind of, mostly, right? It�s cold in here, and I�m tired of being cold inside. 11:01 cubicle time. In the a.m. Duh. I have on a sweater. I need a parka. Last night�s �Gilmore Girls� was stupendous, splendiferous, amazing, wonderful, and really good too. Lorelai sleeps with Rory�s father, the man she never married, the man she�s always loved, they attend Suki�s wedding, he gets a call, his woman is pregnant and he has to go be with her. Damn the luck! Reminded me of me. As soon as something good happens something else comes along to fuck it all up. Some people aren�t meant to be happy. Poor Lorelai. And Christopher (that�s his name) tells her this, gets the call, has to leave, etc., just as Lorelai is about to walk down the aisle as maid of honor in Suki�s wedding. And at the same time� Jess shows up, he�s come back from New York, won�t tell Luke why, but we know, oh yeah, baby, we know, he�s in love! And isn�t it grand?! Rory is so glad to see him standing there, outside the Inn, while she is watching her father walk away to take the ill fated phone call from the woman who just found out she�s pregnant� she rushes to Jess and awkwardly kisses him for the first time, pulls away, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. It was so wonderfully written, acted, scripted, filmed, you name it. It was perfect. Then, THEN, they both have to buck up (see, isn�t it a perfect expression?) to walk down the aisle together, Rory and Lorelai, daughter and mother, both just experiencing this gut churning moment, each different, churning their guts in different ways, but churning just the same, both holding it all in because in this moment they can�t possibly let it out. And that�s the end of the Season!!!! I want more! �24� was superior too. I knew something was up when they ran the �watch out, this one is like REALLY violent!� disclaimer before it started. I thought, Hey, it�s always violent, how could it be MORE violent tonight? Is that right? Ooooo, this will be good! It was extra special violent, lots of shootings at close range, lots of death, nothing too bizarre, no rape, no mutilation, no stabbing, which I would�ve found a bit harder to stomach, but there was a lot of shooting with a gun in each hand kind of stuff. Fun for the whole family!!! And surprises! Jack�s wife is killed! By Nina! With a silencer on her gun! All execution style and everything! And David Palmer dumps his wife! His Candidacy be damned! Whoo hoo!!! It was GOOD! Then there was �Real World�. I am SO glad I�m not in my 20s, dealing with men in their 20s. Oh, they suck so bad. This Kyle guy, playing up Kari (Or is it Carey? Cara? Don�t all the girls have the same name? I�m confused), making out with her one minute, telling her to go away the next, letting her tag along on a night out, then saying how much he doesn�t want to be around her. This guy needs to be on �24� getting shot at by some crazy angry Counter Terrorist Unit guy who thinks his daughter is dead, all a gun in each hand and everything style! �A Cook�s Tour� was a repeat. As usual. I�m sorry, but without new episodes I�m not into it anymore. Every time it�s, �Fuck, I�ve SEEN this one!�. Not fun. But that means I can get up and walk away! Yes, I can. And read diaries, and watch �GL� on tape and go to bed, like I should. Less TV is always better than more TV. So, all is well. Lulu thinks I�ve been pouting because I got an error last week. Hah! I tried to tell her that wasn�t it at all, but she thinks she knows what she thinks she knows, and we�ll leave it at that. I know the truth. She insulted me. I recoiled. I had a great weekend, I haven�t wanted to be here, like REALLY haven�t wanted to be here, to the point that while I am here I escape through music, through my headphones, and I�m trying desperately to catch up on my Entertainment Weekly �scrip., as always. If I don�t talk it�s because I�m reading. Something which Lulu does not do. She of the short attention span. I think she has the dreaded ADD! I�m cold, have I said that. Jesus! My fingers are freezing. I should get my gloves when I go home at lunch, sit here typing with gloves on. Send a message, you know. To the man. Cost of the War in Iraq
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