Because it's true:

Liese S. in BBB:

Ooh. You're the best.

I have a very serious complaint about this board and it's architects. It has made the rest of the internet unsuitable. I grow impatient as the other bloated sites load. I scoff at their poor design and unintuitive navigation. I mock the lack of depth in their content.

It's a big problem. Your efficiency is making their normalcy unacceptable.

Thanks.

May I tag?

Any time.

The Bug in Natter.

Random musings from vw's day:

• The harder you try to explain the use of the word “blinvisible” to your psychiatrist, the harder you dig yourself into a crazy hole.

Kat in Natter, not because it's funny, but because it's so beautifully put:

I've been thinking about all these childhood memories because I'm teaching poetry. Today I talked about where poems hide and I had kids list out place in their lives where poems hide.

Where my poems hide:

- in the soft or crisp pages of a new journal too beautiful for me to write in.
- in that subaquaeous moment right before I'm fully awake
- in my crumb filled keyboard, where the keys B, M, and N have almost been worn clean.
- in my backpack, filled to overflowing with ungraded papers, love notes not sent to me, computer disks and bags of pens
- in my running shoes, especially the old pair, splattered with dried gu and worn down to a shine.
- in the photos and postcards and comic strips that are collaged on my fridge.
- in the magazines collecting dust by the side of my bed.
- in the smell a brand new article of clothing - it's new chance smell
- in the smile of my dog before she barks in my ear
- in the curl of the body I cuddle up to before I go to sleep
- in the tottering stack of books that stand like sentinels all around the room.
- in the ax handle of the ax in my dad's garage.
- in the hum of the old sewing machine in my mom's basement
- in the tarnished cheerleading medal form 1980 on the broken chain

blah blah blah.

It's like a poem all by itself (in the thread that started with poetry, too).

Kat, in Light Bulb, doing a double:

Freedom comes with responsibity. And I'm not just saying that because I have a Spider-Man phone.

in Natter:

David J. Schwartz: But look at anything every day for weeks on end and you can convince yourself that you must have it.

Aimee: This was what MM and I had printed on our wedding napkins.

(can anyone make the accent for Aimee? I can't...(edit: even after trying to do what DX said! i'm a html failure!)

meara, it's é

(going crazy with the COMMing, I am...maybe I"m in an easily amused mood?)

In the Voting thread, on methods of picking 3 vs. 6 months (can you guess who favors which?:)

Gandalfe: There won't be any averaging involved, so vote your conscience. Which, if your conscience is any good, will be 3.

DavidS: Thank god I stuffed my conscience in a trunk months ago. Six months ago.

billytea: ...well, strictly I'll still just be voting '6', but I'll be doing so in a deep, Satanic voice, and be voting for "6, MORTAL!!" or something like that.

BHP, in Natter:

4.5 is ludicrous.

I hereby claim this thread for the chicken liberation front.

puts on chicken suit

runs around in circles

tries to peck ita

discovers that you can't run very fast in a chicken suit

succumbs to ita's mighty chicken-fu

dies

Deb Grabien, in Angel:

I'm not dissing Molly Bloom; I love her, I love the book, I get drunk reading Joyce and anyway, she has the best unpunctuated orgasm in history.