msbelle:

an ode to my sheets (to be sung)

OH...I...love my purple flannel sheets
They are the bestest e'er
and anyone who says they ain't
is a big fat liar.

and yes, that rhymes. If it doesn't when you sing it, may I be so bold as to suggest that you aren't embracing your inner freaky-accented-southern- persona-of-unrecognizable-origin to your full extent.>

ted r in Firefly:

I refuse to watch any "reality tv" on network television. If there isn't nude sex, it isn't real enough for me.

Sue her horoscope: You cannot breastfeed the world.

billytea: Hey, in that case it's mine (as a Virgo) too. Cool, if anyone asks me to do anything today I shall be retorting by bemoaning my inadequate breastfeeding capability. ("William, can you get me the figures on the efficient frontiers?" "Do I look like I have a million breasts?")

Natter:

Consuela: I love the end of the workday, when Java shows up to harvest the threads for COMM-able quotes.

Miracleman, getting Java's gender wrong: At the end of the day, usually 'round sunset, Ol' Java'd come by for his daily truckload of COMMs. He'd a-whistle a happy tune as he set 'bout bundling them up in easy to read sheaves and heavin' 'em in the back of his ol' Ford. Then he'd tip his hat to us young 'uns and get in that truck and take those COMMs to the thread.

Then we'd have dinner. Pa never invited Java into dinner. I think he was a-feared of the ol' Java. They say that the COMM harvest-man has a special power to judge whether what yer sayin'...well, whether 'tis funny er not. And Pa, he never wanted to go up agin the judgment of the COMM harvest-man. An' that all had to do with a tragic open mic night, back when he was jest a young man.

But that's another story.

I think it's only fair to edit the above to reflect Java's true gender.

Also, the set-up (the 'I love the end of the day' bit) was from Consuela: Consuela "We Need Natter 7 and We Might Take Yours" Jan 23, 2003 8:16:58 pm EST

In Firefly - Watch As the Buffistas confuse abbreviations and continue to prove our one track mind...

wolfram

I saw a really frightening statistic in this week's tv guide (at my wife's doctor's office so I don't have it) which states, among other things, that around 30% of people thought the women on JM get what they deserved and 49% of people thought the women on JM shouldn't mind the prank because they had fun.

Susan W.

OK, did anyone else see JM, think James Marsters, and have their brains go to a very strange place?

p.m. marcontell

Yeah.

When people start talking about their ADs, it also confuses me.

wolfram

Big D'OH.

Laura

We really have to insist that JM be reserved for Marsters.

Cindy

I went to the JM=James Marsters place, too. It's a nice place. Much better suited to me than Joe Millionaire.

sj

OK, did anyone else see JM, think James Marsters, and have their brains go to a very strange place?

So happy to hear it wasn't just me.

wolfram

I'm never going to live this one down.

sumi

I thought that same thing - - it took me a while to recall the reality show w/those initials. (See, I'm trying to forget it's existence.)

Cindy

What gave it away were the statistics:

30% of people thought the women on JM get what they deserved and 49% of people thought the women on JM shouldn't mind the prank because they had fun.

I'm thinking a higher percentage of people than 30% would think that women on James Marsters get what they deserve.

Matt

Wouldn't about 50% be thinking "she's not getting what she deserves—she's getting what I deserve!"?

Narrator

Ok, the mistaking "Joe Millionaire" for "James Marsters" can be particularly tricky if you are reading quickly and think that the "a" in "prank" is an "i".

Not that I would have made such a reading error. Oh no, not me.

billytea

Great. Now I'm imagining Spike being trained in etiquette by Paul Hogan. "Nah, mate - try it again. 'That's not a canine...'"

Ellen in Natter.

Weekly Wine and Cheese Party tonight at work. Maybe cute co-worker will cut me off a slab of brie again. sigh If only I remember the Secret Language of Cheese. I remember Gouda = Fidelity. And Smoked Gouda = Smoked Fidelity.

I think it's only fair to edit the above to reflect Java's true gender.

Whups. Sorry.

(Why did I think Java was a man when I wrote that? I knew she wasn't and yet, for that brief moment...I'm insane.)

(Why did I think Java was a man when I wrote that? I knew she wasn't and yet, for that brief moment...I'm insane.)

You are? I hadn't noticed. t /sarcasm

By the way, I think that the gender confusion tends to make it funnier, if anything. I'd leave it, with Betsy's note attatched. But then, my sense of humour is strange.