In Bitches:
Jess: Because porn is from SATAN, you see.
Connie Neil: [looks at hard drive, looks at Bookmarks] And here I thought it came from Esmeralda and Elena and Firecat and Kirasmommy and, well, me and ... and ...
Also from Connie in the same post, but I think it works better out on its ownsome:
Get thee out of my hard drive, Satan! I need more room to save smut!
Susan W., continuing on the true origin of marshmallows:
I worked in Vermont one summer as a volunteer with a local church. A common sight was rows of hay bales in fields, covered in white plastic. One of the other volunteers had her family come up from Georgia to visit, including her 7-year-old sister. We had her believing that those were marshmallow farms, and that when harvest time came they'd be chopped into little pieces and bagged up.
Sue reveals her forbidden feelings re musicals:
I was scarred by having to stage manage "She Loves Me" in theatre school. I sat through something like 30 performances of the stupidest song in the world "Where's my Shoe?" Before every single one of them I wanted to leap from the SM booth to my death. Only the light guy kept me alive.
Actually "She Loves Me" isn't Sondheim, it's Kander & Ebb. It just scarred me for musicals generally.
I'll change that to 're musicals' then.
From
The Jossverse in Other Media
Mejia:
I just want to point out that
Buffy
#52 came out last week. It has the absolute worst
Buffy
cover ever, and it may even contend for worst cover of all time. It can be seen here.
ita:
My god. That's like an execrable photomanip for a story in which Buffy has been possessed by a mighty tooth demon, and fell head first into a drag queen ostrich's ass.
Have to natter here, just to say - aside from the comm-able comments on that cover being very comm-able, that truly is the worst cover of anything. Ever.
ita, in Precious:
Can I just say that Balin was dumb? I don't care how guttural your language is. You don't move into a place called Khazad Dûm.
It's not going to go well.