connie neil:

I get in the kinds of moods where I want to be out among people but god help any of them if they so much as speak to me. I want to observe the world, but be damned if I want to interact with it. In such moods I generally go to the mall food court, get a burger and a large diet Coke and find a place near a column where I can lean and watch. Frequently I set up the Palm and my keyboard and watch the covert looks of mingled gadget-envy/bafflement/"Oh, look, it's a writer and she's writing, do they do that in Utah?" And sometimes I'm just typing things like "Why that woman is wearing purple stretch knit pants over that butt is one of the mysteries of the universe, but someone should make it stop now."

erikaj in Bitches:

We should probably get together and have dark, twisted, demon-spawn. Or, you know, write a book. Whichever.

What do you mean, who with?

Edited for spelling.

Wonderful Teppy in Bitches:

They didn't have french toast, so I had belgian waffles. It was still a breakfast carbohydrate with an adjectival country name.

Hec, in Bitches, with some questionable theology:

Jesus wants you to have french toast.

DXMachina: Am ignoring all the disturbing ita and the golden shower talk, other than to note that it now becomes clear that the reason that ita keeps bringing up the story about the locals throwing urine at the Angel crew in that alley is because she's sorry she missed it...

Balrogs in Natter:

flea: Main result of ownership of LOTR DVDs:
Michael: "I want to be a Balrog. But I'd be a friendly Balrog."
"The bridge is that way!"
"I only came out to give you directions!"
"Sorry if I have bad breath!"

Nutty: I am not sure it is possible to be a friendly Balrog. First of all, people would burst into flame when they shook your hand. Also, did you notice he gots wings and yet the big Super Sekrit Plan of Gandalf is to make him fall down a chasm? Either Gandalf is really dumb or Balrog winghs aren't all they're cracked up to be.

ted: Balrog wings are just decorative. (And tasty!)

Theodosia: Just don't ask for them extra-hot!

Trudy in Buffy, unspoilery, decontextualized:

I don't get why employed people own pajamas.

Madrigal, in Previously:

Most pagans aren't going all Kittenish about this, but they're still pretty honest about their calling Willow a Wicca is like calling Lorena Bobbitt a mohel.

Amber in Buffy:

I woke up too early this morning, had a bagel and some coffee, and went back to bed. Dreamed that somebody posted to the board that a cool ending to the series would be cutting away from a dramatic finale to show Angel washing dishes in a suburban kitchen while his wife Buffy sat absorbed in her daydreams that they were both mystical champions. I was trying in my dream to think of a way to diplomatically say that I thought that idea *sucked*. Also dreamed that Hecubus offered me a drink of something called "Mango Suprise", telling me that it was far better than "Passion Twist". Later, he brought me a latte. I woke up thirsty.

PMM (Re: Wm. F. Buckley) Buckley hasn't been my secret boyfriend in about a decade. I still look back fondly on those heady years, however, whenever I recall that I bought myself The Capitalist Manifesto as a result of our pure, spiritual love. I'm not sure I've forgiven him for leading me into the arms of Ayn Rand, but that part of my life is over, and I suppose it's all water under the bridge. And I doubt he'd have wanted me in her atheist clutches, but damn it, they had similar interests, and he wasn't always there for me.

Ah, my years as a teenaged Lib, before I realized people were too stupid for my version of Utopia.

Theo: I'm far more disturbed by PMM flirting with Ayn Rand than WFB, all things considered. Because that's like dating out of your phylum.

PMM: More of a cheap and intense affair, really. We went a little beyond flirting. I think we may have knocked down a few buildings before I realized, when re-reading Tolstoy, that she was still evil and I was just using her.

(with double COMM points for a joint Rand/Buffy allusion)