Meanwhile, over in Bitches, the conversations meanders over to Hobbit-Oost - the Love That Dare Not Speak Its Name.

Mz Liz:

Hobbits have sweet hobbity love, and hot sweaty sex.

(rereads past sentence) It's just sunk in. I'm really going to hell.

Am Chau Yarkona:

Yes, but you'll be coming to Special Hobbit Fancying Hell.

In hell, you tend to know a lot of the people: in Special Hell, they tend to be your friends.

Smallville:

Jen: Can [Tom Welling] not stand the sight of people not pretty enough to be WB actors or something? I'm trying to figure out why this rule would be established.

Victor: TW: He is so plain! The sight of him makes me despair. Bring me Michael Rosenbaum. His visage will lift my spirits, before I swoon.

Am-Chau:

Wrod to your wrod, Fay, and wrod also to erikaj.

And now I'm thinking about wrods, and all the porny things you could do with them...

erikaj:

Wrods! Wrods in new places!

shrift, in Natter:

I have intimacy issues. If by "intimacy issues" you mean "unwilling to put up with someone else's neurotic crap unless I really, really like that someone else a whole hell of a lot."

Trudy: Attention:

If my SO is lurking here I ask him to reveal himself to me because I'm well on my way to dying an old maid.

Thank you.

Rebeca Lizard: I'm an apocalypses girl.

Matt the Bruins Fan in Firefly not a spoiler unless you didn't know the cast is comprised of humans. I whited out the only bit that might cause the spoiler allergic to sneeze, but even that's not going to spoil you, because there's no who whatting how with huh info.

Firefly does give me hope for the future, in that it's clear that neither varied body types nor *alternative sexualities* get eradicated from humanity over the course of the next five centuries. Yes, Star Trek, I'm looking at you.

John H :

That article from the Sydney Morning Herald was interesting, though it contained the rather unfortunate line:

Maybe women are just interested in homosexuality?

To which I can only reply "Yeah, you're right. And those lesbian women seem to have a particular interest in it..."

shrift :

Heh.

Because women can't just be interested in sexuality itself.

That would be wrong.

Trudy Booth:

Yeah, if we want to see sweaty writhing boy bodies it's because our fathers's didn't love us or don't value ourselves. Like when we have sex in High School.

p.m. marcontell :

See, and all this time I blamed my aching loins. Well, fuck.

Glad you set me straight.

Steph L:

Well, I've been having to turn Xmas music off, because the holidays, and the idea of the holidays, have been making me really sad. But Thanksgiving was surprisingly good, and I'm oddly looking forward to all my high-school gang being home, and -- I don't know what switch got flipped in my head. But the music didn't bother me.

Except that George Michael "Last Christmas I gave you my heart...the very next day you took it away" song? That *should* inspire feelings of disembowelment.

Now going to bed. It's WAY too late for me to be up and slandering George Michael.

DXM:

"'Jesus fucking Christ' isn't blasphemy. 'Jesus fucking Buddha,' now that's blasphemy..."