The ever-prolific Emily in Natter:
AAAARRRRRGH. Fuck fuck fuck how fucking hard is this, you motherfucking pieces of goddamn shit-eating monkey-brain-pan-fucking goat-turd-eaters? Your ancestors stole pap from baby's mouths to line their dens and your graves will sprout foul-smelling fungus!
If you're gonna go to jail, have enough cigarettes with you when you get arrested. That's all the advice I have.
-- Michele T (re: civil disobedience, dears)
Somebody'll have to remind me of the pitcher on this one:
Edit:
Erika
I knew Nom was a guy cause he sent me mail with a Really Male real life name.
Noumenon
Oh, Testy McTosterone the Penile Pamperer? That's my work address. They make us use our stage names.
Shawn, that first part was me(I?)
Me - in the sense of not me at all, but rather you. But not I. Oh no. Not I.
Ellen S., in Natter (and Consuela's tagline):
I wonder how long blood fueds would last in societies with a good cable package.
Kirsten, in Firefly (I don't think this is spoilery; admin with yr crazy admin power edit if you disagree)
So I keep hearing talk of a great episode. Sadly, I can't confirm this since there's a baseball game on.
Which, you know, should make this week's column very interesting...
Mal appears to have abandoned the tight-fitting camel-colored pants and brown coat in favor of white pinstripes with an odd matching navy blue cap. The entire cast is no longer carrying guns but, rather, sturdy wooden bats.
The episode's theme seems to be...genitalia manipulation. Which is clearly a metaphor for sexual politics and...oh I give up.
Go Yankees!
Hi. I'm Rebecca Lizard. I read too much Winterson when I was eleven, and now it is burned into my brain. On the up side, that's when I realized I was a lesbian.
The inimitable Ms. Lizard, in The Quotable Firefly