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.

erikaj in Bitches:

Ok, I'm mainstream. Nobody's a freak all the time.

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."

(n.b.: I wasn't kidding.)

Cindy runs a campaign in Bureaucracy:

But Kat - Elevensies is an additional snack period in the day. I'm of the opinion that if everyone in the world had more snacks and naps, there'd be less problems, up to and including war. Surely you can get behind snacks. Snacks would get behind you. Heaven knows they're behind me. They cushion me against the harshest chairs of the world.

Ask not what your snack can do for you, Kat. Ask what you can do for your snack.

Blessed are the snackers, for theirs is the key to the pantry.

When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary to have a snack, is there a better time for it than 11 (excepting afternoon tea, of course)?

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men need a snack.

I want the American people to know today that I am still committed to working with people of good faith and good will of both parties to do what's best for our country, to bring our nation together, to lift our people up, to move us all forward together, towards the snack bar.

Ich bin ein snack.

We have nothing to fear but a lack of snacks, itself.

I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me snacks!

I have a dream my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their snacks.

This is one small step for food, one giant leap for snacks.

Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that if the Buffista Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, 'Eleven was their finest natter, for then did they snack.'

From Natter...

ita: Tangentially, "in media res" is when you start a story in the middle, right? What is it when you start it at the end, timewise.

Burrell: Well "in medias res" usually turns out to mean "right before the shit hits the fan."

Shawn: "at the end, and no more of your latin crap"

Alibelle: Memento?

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eta - Thanks, Nilly.