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.

Madrigal, over in Angel:

Eh, I like the idea of femmy Connor. After he gets over Connor preferring Holtz, and attacking Lorne, and dumping him in the ocean for three months, he'll have the new anguish of dealing with a son who runs like a girl.

Shrift:

If I ever do work up the gumption to finally take over the world and have done so, I think I'll suddenly realize that, hey, I don't like people. The next day I'd quietly leave the world on some random schmuck's front step, the world tucked under a fuzzy blankie in a basket, with a scrawled note hanging from a ribbon, reading: "Plz. care for as if yr. own. Ta ever so."

billytea, in response to the clueless antics of a cow-worker of Dana's, in Natter:

The time she asked boss how she could win Employee of the Month

"Look, I realise it may not have been creating the right incentives to reply 'Kill every other staff member and evade capture until after the award', but seriously, what else could I have said?"

MiracleMan, on politics:

I've often contemplated running on a "lesser of two evils" type of platform.

Something on the order of "Miracleman: I Don't Suck As Much As My Opponent."

Maybe some TV ads saying things like "As [whatever political office], I'll probably surf the 'net, chat with friends and eat all the free bagels. But I'll leave you alone for the most part and can guarantee that tomorrow will be pretty much the same as today. Cast your vote and hurry home 'cause Buffy's on and I've got nachos in the microwave."

Steph L.: Dad, register your ass and then take it out to vote once a year!

BillyTea: Can't help feeling this could set touch-screen voting back by decades...

BillyTea:

Ooh! Ooh! I bring you vital news from England! Today is a day of great significance in Sussex and other parts, known as Hipping Day. To quote from William Henderson's Folk-Lore of the Northern Counties of England:

In Sussex, the 10th of October is fixed as the limit of blackberrying, and they say that the devil then goes around the country and spits on the bramble-bushes... It is held in that county a dangerous thing to go out nutting for fear of encountering the Evil One, though he often comes to the nutters in friendly guise and holds down the branches for them to strip. The devil in his character of nut-gatherer has plainly taken hold of the popular imagination in Sussex, for a proverb is current there, "As black as the devil's nutting-bag."(emphasis mine throughout)

Leaving aside the phenomenal amount of porn therein, does it strike anyone else as remarkably petty for the bleedin' Prince of Darkness to be spending his time hawking up loogies over berry bushes?