Am-Chau Yarkona in Natter (who needs context?)

It's right here on page 237845 of the well-known How To Tell Who Is Good And Who Is Bad When You Can't See If They Are Wearing White Hats Or Not Manual.

Teppy, in Bitches:

I wanted to remember to pull out the (many) bridesmaid dresses I have and take them to a consignment store, b/c why not get $$ for them? Because I am SO not going to wear them again. (There's a wedding/formal dress consignment shop by my office.) To conserve handspace, I wrote "w.dresses" on my hand. Some stranger on the elevator at work looked at my hand and, all perky, asked "Going shopping for a new dress?"

I pointed to the "w" and said "That stands for 'wedding dresses.' I've been married twice and haven't been able to part with the dresses. But I'm going to take them to a consignment shop and sell them so I can pay for the second divorce."

Seriously. Hand to God, I said that. Nosy troll.

Madrigal in Smallville:

Captain Logic lacks the hovercraft necessary to even get near landlocked little Smallville.

Who'd'a thunk it? Our Bureaucracy really is funnier than Kafka.

ita - We've never really had an indication that ANYTHING slows natter.

Kat - what would slow Natter? Perhaps the Bubonic Plague?

Elena - No, people would be comparing pustule size and home remedies.

....and the punchline:

Heather: Postulating on Pustules could be the first title!

Kat, in Natter:

I took the metro home today. I felt sick from other people's odors the whole time. THIS is why I do not take public transportation in LA more often. Of course the unwashed masses are yearning to be free! I'm yearning to be free of their BO.

Daniel:

Joss is the one Joss that was, Wash is the Joss that could be, Giles is the Joss yet to be.

PMM:

We are all Joss?

A few completely out of context (because I skimmed. Dude is that weird at times) lemonade-on-sarameg's-pissed-off-cats:

BHP: Daintily stepping over the writhing pile of manflesh in the sterncastle, a lady of a certain age asks "Does anybody know if there are tiaras in the booty?"

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Susan W.: Lawrence L-B and Handy Andy stand on the island as the dirigible drifts in for a landing. Andy comments he could easily fix the leak. Lawrence opines that while they're at it, the dirigible should be painted red and emblazoned with laser-printed portraits of ita and Orlando.

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Aimee: Meanwhile, in Aimee's plundering of the ship's booty, she finds a big honking tanzanite ring and decides to sell it to open up her Wedding Business, ridding herself forever of the First Evil called "Corporate America". And moves to Wales.

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sarameg: Stuff them under something! Hide them in a gawdawful ugly motheaten, over-febreezed-but-still-stinky coat!

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sarameg: The pants have lipstick marks? Oh my, the stories you could make up with that....

From Buffy:

ita :

I'm coming from a very drifted snow perspective here. I knew one spoiler. Just one. And I was good with it. And just as well, since it's the one Tim dropped. Why won't the world leave me alone?

And to be even more annoying, they're being coy about Dawson's Creek spoilers. WHO CARES??!?!?

sobs into Java Jolt energy drink

P.M. Marcontell:

Dude. Dawson's Creek has spoilers?

Wow.

Can't they just recycle the old ones from the Bev?

ita:

That's what I'm saying! Nothing spoils Dawson's Creek more than watching it. Spilling plot points ahead of time is a service to humanity.

Hayden, in The Music Swells:

I think that I can get behind the latter contention to some degree. Just because all the Stooges agree that Iggy's been trying to sell out for thirty years doesn't mean that I'm not a bit annoyed to hear "TV Eye" in an SUV commercial. My annoyance is based in the cheapening of cool, though. TV Eye is an undeniable fuck song set to one of the most stripped-back ballsy-but-not-bluesy riffs I can imagine. The Ig's hollering about sex, sex, sex, the band is in perfect sync, and it's hard for me to imagine a definition of "cool" that doesn't include this song. By selling it to the SUV people, though, Iggy's made a bit of cash (which I have no problem with) but also lent his honest pioneer cool to this big lump of gas-guzzling cool co-option machine in Detroit. It's bad politics and uncool as hell. I can't be the only one who hates the whole macho SUV image, and hates that the Ig's overflowing teenage testosterone is tied to an SUV, can I?

Anyway, I don't blame the song or the songwriter. I do blame the ad guys for appropriating an undeserved image. And I honestly think that joker in Creed really believes that he's deep and honest in his songwriting. Despite that, given half a chance, I'd jab at him with hot pokers just to make him go away.