Emily

It's similar to how the homeless, the mentally ill, the developmentally disabled, and the elderly have a special insight and an inner serenity. Personally, when I need life counselling, I just wander over to the Mental Health Center and walk through the halls, absorbing the wisdom.

Nutty on the virtues of Chocolate Cadbury Cream Eggs

I still don't believe they come out of a male rabbit's butt, but the results do get my approval.

sarameg in reaction to 'pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis':

OK, no idea but I read it as a wheezy exploding micro-zit condition.

I struggled hard for a B in high school bio, yes I did.

FayJay, on personality quirks and teaching young children

It's like I found the right cookie dough cutter shape for my freaky-shaped cookie self, and I can point at the cookie cutter when people are looking at me askance and they're all " Oh, she's a Primary teacher. Okay."

Deena:

I now have giggling whiplash. It's a medical term.

My current passioante affair with M*A*S*H fandom may be clouding my view of the funniness of this. Still, COMM, wherein the C stands for peppermint tea.

Liese: I just drove 2 and a half hours to get to a decent bookstore and I Didn't. Buy. Anything.

Most of the problem was trying to work out how I would approach the information desk about Douglas Adams' posthumous book.

"Excuse me, but I can't find the Salmon of Doubt."

"Pardon me, but do you have the Salmon of Doubt?"

"Where do you keep your Salmon of Doubt?"

Michele T: Paul Rudnick once said that his dearest hope was to hear someone ask at an information desk for his first novel. "Excuse me, do you have Paul Rudnick's Social Disease? "

Shawn: Not literary, but this is part of the reason I don't have a copy of a CD I've been looking for called "Music to Make Love to Your Old Lady By."

Nutty, the adorable:

You know what I love? I love variety. Aircraft-geek Chinese Spaniards; gestating ethicists; hazmat-dealing baseball-lovers; bicycle-crashing fantasy-novelists; Somali-Irish Utahian professors (now with Rescue!Cutie!Son); pornographic aspiring library assistants; Empress accountants; spaz-dancing Australian lit-critters; bungalow-refurbishing home-schooling supermoms; Jamaican ninjas; actuarial thereminists; black-leather-assassin digital archivists; horizontal grammarians; vertical vocabularians, possibly wearing clown pants; psychoactive tangoists; goth mathematicians; beatnik pop pimp elves; a couple of slightly disturbing superheroes; and plenty of cheese butts to go around.

Buffistas is good for what ails you.

Sean K:"Unnecessarily didactic." Unnesshesheshely didit.

Miracleman: I'd say "You've had enough, Sean" but I know that you can't say "Unnecessarily didactic" at the best of times.

Sean K: If I weren't drunk right now, I'd so come over there and enunciate the crap out of you...

Miracleman: Bring it, bitch. "Antidisestablishmentarianism".

Gandalfe:

My favorite word is 'waffle.' Sounds like the sounds a fat dog makes when it walks.

All kinds of spoilery from Angel, but it made me laugh:

Perkins:
I rewatched earlier since I missed a few minutes at the beginning, and I am sooo happy we have Gunn back. The look on his face when Gwen said she meant him, not Angel, was just perfect. (Even if it did turn out to be because of the heartbeat thing.)

ita:
Did you see the thing when he fixes his tie? Did you? Did you?
god, I'm simply pleased -- why doesn't everyone please me, all the time?

Perkins:
you mean right after he concluded beating the crap out of everybody by tossing the guy across the room with his stick, and then turned around and grinned as he was straigtening his tie, and then went over to the little girl?
No, I missed that- guess I need to rewatch.