JZ: the passing of the WBB tiara from Rio's boyfriend to scrappy's.
Rio: I think it's called a tiaro when it's for boys.
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JZ: the passing of the WBB tiara from Rio's boyfriend to scrappy's.
Rio: I think it's called a tiaro when it's for boys.
Pinwiz: And then BANG!!!, Foreshadowing came in the door with a six-pack of Rolling Rock.
Hil, in Natter:
Apparently alfredo sauce conducts electricity.
JZ , referring to a moron who exceeds the previously-known boundaries of obliviousness:
Cluestick, clue anvil, possibly the clue grand piano snapping the cord of the clue crane and tumbling five stories down the front of the clue brownstone to punch a hole six feet deep in the clue sidewalk.
In Bitches:
Heather Alayne: [NB] said SMG smells like grapefruit.
ita: My god ... all the fanfic that has to be rewritten.
Why can't people understand that a size is not a proper way to measure thinness (is that a word?), because a tall person is obviously wider in order to not look like a standing noodle or piece of cardboard?
Nilly - in Natter2, on people being in proportion.
word!
NAFDA Buffy:
Jess PMoon: Well, Giles has been hangin' with the coven in Devon all summer too -- probably some of it rubbed off.
Miracleman: Longer than just the summer, I thought. Didn't they intimate that he'd been chillin' with the blessed-homies since he left the first time?
And another Miracleman-y goodness:
Giles seemed (to me) more "sure, 'connected', whatever ya gotta say to get through, baby. Now put the flower back in Portugal."
And Madrigal (hey, I'm catching up), not-spoilery wondering about Buffy:
is she a human who runs on a demonic duracell?
DXM in Natter:
My surreal moment for today came on the ride into work. As I came around a bend in the road, I noticed about eight police cars pulled over on the shoulder, all from different towns, and all with their lights flashing. Immediately after I passed them, they all pulled out onto the road in unison, and started following me. I wasn't too worried, because they had turned their lights off, and they obviously weren't chasing me, but it was odd. I made a left turn, and sure enough, they kept following me. Finally, I pulled into Dunkin Donuts to get a coffee, and they all pulled into the parking lot after me, which I thought was hugely funny.
BillyTea:
It's probably best not to clog this thread with instalments of My Life and Times of Me, as Seen by Me; but feel free to email me if you want to discuss anything further.
Can I be the first to nominate "My Life and Times of Me, as Seen by Me" as a future Natter title?
Shrift:
My rep seems to demand a 6' tall tower of terror, where in reality, I'm just a 5'4" slounge of snark.