Jacqueline going up for her fourth consecutive Olympic Gold in flattery:

Follow-up: You are a shining star in the firmament of pretty. The pretty planets revolve around you and the pretty flowers turn their pretty faces to bask in the pretty rays of your prettiness. People like Kate Winslet and Orlando Bloom see you coming and throw their aprons over their heads and run out of the room weeping. You are a platter of pretty fours on a bed of organic pretty, with whipped pretty and glitter sprinkles on top. You are an orgy of pretty, with pretty, pretty and pretty shredding each other's pretty clothes to bits in their ravenous eagerness to get it on with their pretty selves and shake the house down with their pretty screaming orgasms.

In Bitches...

Jilli: This all just leads back to my wanting Photoshop filters for real life, you realize.

Amych: Yeah, but think of all the people who'd be walking around with bad drop shadows and dumb sparkly highlights and shit.

wolfram:

Spoiler prudes be us.

connie neil:

I'll occasionally ask spoilers to tea on the veranda, but I never invite them inside.

wolfram:

A spoiler tease and a number slut.

Theodosia :

I insist the spoilers never touch me there.

connie neil:

t fans herself demurely and cuts wolfram dead

slut indeed. It's companion, sir!

How lovely that a COMM post involving number slutting is companioned in this tread by Theodosia. Secret message to Theodosia my fingers find typing Connie easier

Heh. You divined my symbolic choice in slumbernutting.

Didn't see this comm'd but it comm'd me, so here goes....

From Firefly:

David J. Schwartz - Jan 16, 2003 2:26:27 pm EST #5014 of 5046 Mark

Sisko was a badass.

Plus, watching him call Terry Farrell "Old Man"? Unsettling and sexy.

You know what I love about this place? 3 out of the 5 times I'm tempted to state what may be the obvious, someone already has.

Cindy in Firefly

Natter VI:

billytea: (BTW, the Hartford office is by all accounts a nice place to work. It's in a forest, apparently. (There is actually an archaic word meaning 'office in a forest', namely batilbaby. I should point out that this sort of trivia is of almost no help in my job. I can't help feeling that's wrong.)

Rio:

True story: My feet used to be a 5.5 before I started doing yoga. A year and a half later they were a 6.5 or 7. Which they've remained ever since. They found their True Inner Size.

From Natter, though I can't explain why it's funny to me, it just is. This is like the surreal cherry on the weirdest conversation of the week:

Shawn:

My feet are not only not charming, I hope they know they are the reason We Cannot Have Nice Shoes.

My hands, on the other hand, are freaking Cary Grant.

msbelle:

I think there are laws against this type of thing.