Deena, proving why she's fitting in so well around here:

Oh, re: pen and paper D&D, I can't quite seem to get into it. My husband, son and I tried to play once, but I kept hitting on all the other characters and getting porny, and then laughing like a loon must laugh if it does laugh. My son, who was trying to DM, got rather disgusted with me and didn't find me funny at all. I can't imagine it. It's amazing the number of things I can say that require his now standard response, "Never.say.that.in.my.hearing.again." I'm keeping count. We're up to about 563. Also amazing how innocuous the content can be when the delivery is "right".

From Angel, mildly spoily:

Anything revealing that plot point is more than "mildly" spoilery IMHO.

Hmmm... you're right, I wasn't thinking clearly. I'll go back and remove the 'mildly' then.

Theo, you mean Angel S4, not S3. Can you change it?

Ooopsie. Clearly I did not switch my brain on this morning.

Get a clapper for it. I did for mine AIFG!

billytea:

(Let me point out right here that it states, in the Apocrypha at least, "Thou shalt not slash thy Lord and Saviour, nay, and slashing the apostles is majorly squicky as well." Though the Gnostics managed a work-around somehow.)

And, again, billytea:

Man. I actually meara'd the last 300 posts. Today I leave work with a real feeling of accomplishment.

And, again, billytea:

More religions should worship a soap opera. (Hee. I'm now imagining close-up reaction shots on various gods. Hera, when she discovers Zeus has been getting it on with Leda - as a swan! Apollo, realising Hermes has stolen his cattle! Demeter, learning that Hades has abducted Persephone! The part of Hades will be played by Stephano DiMera. As usual.)

FayJay

""Don't make me wear pants. You won't like me when I wear pants."

Ok, got a few COMMworthies. In Natter, after a conversation about the merits of 8 minute dating:

John H: OK all these posts, and not a single buffista's going to do the "what really scares me is that new trend: 8 Mile dating"?

Jesse: I'd do 8 Mile dating, too. As long as I didn't have to be skanky like the Brittany Murphy character. Or go out with Eminem more than once, because while I'd like to meet him, I don't want to be killed in a rap song.

Beth's DH, giving John H suggestions for wedding thank-you notes:

One proper form of etiquette for notes of thanks is to simply go so over the top [esp for those folks the attendance of whom you couldn't recall if your life depended upon it] that you can claim that it's literary:

Dear [person], most marvelous [friend, blood relative, catty ex-girlfriend, daft great-aunt, other relatives too distant to fully understand the genetic connection, etc]

Thanks for coming to our wedding. Your presence was a shining beacon of light amidst a sea of stars. We shall long recall that you saw fit to bless our union with your august person, and will try to conduct our affairs such that we might be worthy of the attention you so graciously bestowed upon us. We shall remember your support to sustain us when in difficulty in the future, where the recollection of your gentle smile will give us strength to carry on...

(snerky comments to spouse during writing of same is contextual. Similarities to the royal "we" is not incidental -- unless you're Elizabeth Rex, this is one of the few times in your life when you can get away with using "we" like this...)

Thanks for the Platonic example of the [thing you gave us]. It was the epitome of its kind, and [something nice about their gift]. It will occupy pride of place in the [kitchen/living room/dining room/bathroom/bedroom/garage/dungeon/other gift-appropriate locale]. We will treasure it [forever/until it is consumed/until the subscription runs out/until it's superseded by new technology/other].

With great joy at your having deigned to notice us,

[Your names here. Her name first]

And, finally, Steph in Bitches:

That will be my one act of self-control for the day. From now on, it's all swearing and taking my clothes off.