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)

PMM on youthly indiscretions with Ayn Rand:

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.

John H in Natter

Which reminds me that there was a cricketer called Yasser Arafat playing in some match yesterday and they kept reading out the scores "And Yasser Arafat is fifty not out..." and I kept thinking, "What is this, some celebrity cricket match...? Surely..."

But you know, that's what I thought when everyone was talking about the rumour that Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie got married in the Dominican Republic and I was all "Like I'm going to believe that!".

After that, I just went with the flow: Clinton gets blowjob in the oval office -- cool! Courtney killed Kurt -- fascinating! Matt Damon dumps Minnie Driver on the Oprah show -- why not! Winona arrested for shoplifting -- fine by me!

I resolved no longer to be amazed by celebrity weirdness any more than I'd be amazed by rollerskating chimps.

Condy Rice gets a blowjob in the oval office from Shimon Perez? Michael Jackson marries Matthew Perry? Jim Carrey arrested for the murder of Shaquille O'Neal in Tiger Woods love triangle? Steve Jobs arrested for stealing over-the-counter meds from Barbra Streisand at Heath Ledger and Kathy Lee Gifford's engagement party, at which Jon-Benet Ramsey makes surprise appearance? Bring it on, baby, bring it the fuck on...

Where was I?

Oh yeah. Turns out to be some other guy with the same name.

Context? Who needs context?

I hope there aren't enough people arguing for the right to sleep with more than one Irish wolfhound at a time that it requires formal debate by Church of Latter Day Saints leadership.

Matt the Bruins Fan in Natter

ted r, in Angel:

Cindy-don't be so shy! Your pov is as valid as any here.

(Well, except for mine of course.)

[Official notice-the above is intended as a JOKE. I recognize that those who disagree with me on something are not insane, small-minded, ignorant fools, who couldn't think their way out of a paper bag if their life depended on it.]

[An apology-the Official Notice may have given the misleading impression that its author really believes that those who have contrary points of view are loathesome spotted twits who deserve to be struck down by the Wrath of God, a God who bears a striking resemblance to the author. For which We apologize.]

[We apologize for the previous apology, which implied that the author of said apology believes He is the Almighty, and that anyone who does not bow down and grovel at His feet shall be cast into a burning lake of fire for all Eternity. This was an error. The Apology should actually read: I'm terribly sorry if I've offended anyone, and my opinions are not to be taken anymore seriously than you would that of anyone else who is strikingly handsome and very good in bed.]

And now to take my meds...

Hill R in Bitches:

This thing on VH-1 just referred to Tiffany and Debbie Gibson as "riding the sticky wave to success." In the few seconds before I figured out what they actually meant, I had an extreme "eww" reaction.

Jess PMoon, in Bitches -

I checked my computer for offensive content once, just for fun.

Among other things, it found every single cached page from this thread.

Rebecca Lizard:

I'm a freak.

But I'm hoping someone will think I'm a CUTE freak, and carry me home and feed me dinner.

Elena on the relative length of porn vs. romance novels:

Yeah, but all of the throbbing manhoods take up more space.