billytea: Now, I'm planning to be buried with a cell phone. Granted, yours is another way, perfectly valid I'm sure, of beating those 'buried alive' phobias.

Steph: My coverage area is so bad that I'd dial out, and everyone I dialed would be like "What? Get what? Sorry, you're breaking up -- call me back when you're out of the tunnel!"

John H., in Natter:

This all came up as part of my re-reading a thousand posts of Bureacracy and the WX stuff that led into it.

I haven't exactly come to any dramatic conclusions, but on the other hand I'm all ready to write a literary analysis called something like:

Head-Explodeyness: Images of cranial trauma in posts 5011 to 6918 of the Bureacracy thread

In which I would contrast the posts that merely said "this is making me dizzy" with the posts which said "this is giving me a headache", up to and including the posts that said "I want to claw my own eyes out now". With footnotes.

In Buffy

Sean K (in reference to Fred): I just love that fucked up little Texan stoner.

Moonlit: Sean, I have to say that Fred wasn't the first person to come to my mind as I skimmed over this.

EDITED for mild spoilers. (Sorry)

Rick V, in Natter -- not posted because it's knee-slappingly hilarious, because it deserves immortalisation for other reasons:

About a year after the student suggested, and then dropped, the project I was surfing my six television channels, and I came upon an interesting scene. A discouraged group of characters was preparing for some challenge. The interesting thing was not the individual characters, but the way that they violated television conventions by being together as a group. There was a middle-aged intellectual. Ten full minutes went by without the intellectual saying anything pompous and irrelevant or doing anything physically clumsy for the others to ridicule. No, contrary to all television conventions, he was a valued member of this group. Next to him was an aging punk rocker who seemed a bit too weary to back up his bad attitude. There was a earth-mother hippy girl who seemed to be overdosed on psychedelics, and a couple of other young people. Strangely, the leader of this motley group appeared to be a blonde sorority girl. Ok, that's not impossible on TV. This could be an after-school special designed to increase the self-esteem of little blonde girls everywhere by showing one of them as an effective leader. But the thing is, the girl was really bad at leading. She sucked being the leader, and everyone knew it. But they all accepted her as the leader anyway. The psychological and emotional shading in the relationships was very complex for a television show. Then the punk rocker tosses in an allusion to Henry V. On network television! Finally I realized, 'This is the show that those smart people were talking about on the internet!"

Twenty minutes later the blonde girl was dead and the series was apparently over. But I wanted see what the internet people had to say about it. So I tracked down the Buffistas.

Welcome home, Rick.

A BUFFISTA SPIRIT BABY IS BORN!!!

John H in Natter:

So the people who invented Google would get mega-Whuffie because it's a really good tool and everyone likes and uses it.

... and the people who invented, say, Word 6, would go to jail and be eaten by diseased rats.

(I want to kiss Rick. Is that wrong?)

Meanwhile, in Bitches:

Erikaj: Cause, honestly, I used to go forever without thinking of butt plugs, believe it or not

Meara: Ah, the halcyon pre-buffista days...

From Spoilers, but based on pure speculation, so probably OK to read:

Martha C.: I could completely see a spin-off based on the fact that Spike is love's bitch, rather than a vampire with a soul.

DavidS.: Heh. On the next Spike: "I'm drowning in you, drowning in you [checks waitress' nametag] Jenny!"

Martha's BACK! without telling me! AND IN SPOILERS! ok fine. someone is getting a talking to.

That is the funniest thing I have ever read!