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?

DX Machina, in Natter, responding to Kat:

Some people shouldn't be seen in swim suits and SC Justices are one.

Huh, and here I thought the only reason they didn't have their own swimsuit calendar was because there were only nine of them...

ted r - in NAFDA Buffy 1, non-spoilery...unfortunately.

"open-nipple thong bikinis, thigh-high leather boots, spiked collars and whips"

For the record, I was just making a joke, and I have never actually imagined any cast member of Buffy or Angel in an outfit like that.

Except for Oz.

JZ in natter. Context is superfluous:

Every time you skip and skim, Jesus eats a clown.

Erin:

When I was a little girl I wanted to be Indiana Jones. In a tiara. And have a secret life as a queen.

Now I realize that when I was a little girl, I wanted to be a gay archaeologist.

Jacquline in Natter:

Damn. Now all the baby talk has reminded me of a lethal cuteness bomb I saw this morning in the elevator. Filipina-American, tiny tiny tiny, with a growing-out bob, wearing her mother's big flannel coat with the sleeves wrapped all the way around her and a teddy bear tucked into the sleeviness somewhere, those sneakers with the little red lights that light up when you step down hard, a knit cap that said DR. PEPPER. She wanted to press the elevator buttons, and she kept bouncing up and down and making her shoes twinkle. She was so cute that my ovaries actually leapt out my throat, wrapped their little arms around my neck, and started banging my head against the wall, screaming in their little ovarian voices, "Breed, you silly fuck! BREED!"

Well, not actually, but it felt that way.

Erikaj in Literary:

mmm, a refractory period is time between sex encounters right? Cause I'm thinking my second guess "being able to go a long time without eating" might make him less than a fantasy guy.

Thanks Fay.