In Angel:

deborah grabien: Rants to tend to be incoherent weirdness

scrappy: Not mine. Mine are elegant and well-reasoned. At least they are as I type them. Later, when I read them, they somehow degenerate into choppy syntax, lame argument, and self-pitying remarks. I don't know how the internet DOES that!

Betsy H., in Natter:

Spoons are the most melancholy of the major cutlery types. They brood. And then they throw themselves down the Disposall.

Allibelle in Natter:

*soft voice* If you'll look to your left, you'll be able to catch a glimpse of the scrappy Buffista. This graceful creature is very well adapted to its Los Angeles habitat, but is usually very hard to spot. Move carefully, you don't want to startle her.

Betsy H., in Natter, context be hanged:

This article did not increase my enthusiasm about exposing my cooter to a stranger.

Emily: Look, a whole post with no ellipses! Generally, I am Ellipsis Woman! Hear me...

Typo Boy's tagline:

It's hard to avoid the suspicion that a significant number of America's worst social problems would be alleviated by summoning the insurance industry's top managers to an economic summit, and then setting packs of wild dogs on them. - electrolite

Nutty, in Natter:

Still not convinced hot wax isn't a form of torture. It is wax! That is hot! On your body! If Madonna is doing it to Willem Dafoe, I don't wanna!

Calli in Bitches:

The thought of post-wax-pulling pain is a bit more problematic. I wonder if there are any places that combine liquor and waxing treatments. Mix a straight scotch with full-leg waxing, get a cosmopolitan and an eyebrow waxing, chug a waterglass of everclear and get a brazilian. It sounds like a very worthwhile idea.

Anne W:

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It's not moving fast enough

Time to start haiku