In Angel: (not spoilery -- it's about a typo]

MadrigalEvli sounds like the kind of evil you'd buy at Ikea - like one of those giant death rays that you have to put together yourself at home and then end up with a crystal of polka evisceration left over and having to hold the back end together with duct tape because they didn't give you enough screws.

amyth: "The Evli Ray: in Seafoam, Buttercream and Eggshell--for Spring!"

In Bitchy Fic, Deena discovers feedback:

God, you guys are like smoking crack.

Dana:

Welcome to the world of fanfic.

(Very much 'it's funny 'cos it's true'.)

From Bitches:

Trudy:

Called agencies and skipped class.

Elena:

And at some point you frolicked in a fountain? Right? And sat in a cafe and drank Italian sodas with your gay best friend? Right? And there was a funny mix-up at the dry cleaners? Right?

Right?

Are you saying that everything television has taught me about life in the big city is a lie?

Teppy, in Bitches:

Can I say it? I want to say it!

There's no place like...

[camera pans to Willow, sitting in the lobby of the Phoenix]

[suddenly we all realize we lost several days]

Noooooo!

From PF Natter Thread:

Caroma: I hope we're back up on WX before the new Buffy on Tuesday.

t still trying to navigate around Peoplesforum. FAQ?! Read the FAQ?! I don't need no stinking faq, I've been driving on the Internet for seven years!

t accidentally subscribes to Monster Truck, Gay Iowans, and Curling forums

Yep, I'm just fine.

Theodosia: Watch out for the curlers -- meara only got her cast off today. They may be looking for more victims!

Susan O.: It's a vast Canadian curling conspiracy!

Caroma: Where am I and what the hell am I doing with this broom?

Theodosia: Sweep for your life!!!

In Natter. I can't help it, I really did almost choke on my water reading this...

Deborah Grabien: Which is fine. I'd far rather they were kinky, oversexed, and understanding of the Power of Retail Therapy, preferably in Paris.

Tom W: Thanks Deb, way to raise the frelling bar!

Nutty, because she shares my pain (and context be damned)

I hate that shit. I was scarred in my youth by too many soap opera actors who had a side gig doing jazz classics, and suddenly their characters on the show would burst into song. Frisco, I am looking at you, boy.

in my youth my too many soap opera actors

Er, Cindy, can you make me look good, and turn that second "my" to "by"?

Or we can collectively pretend I have a headcold.

connie neil in Angel, non-spoilery:

Bread, like Messiahs and happy lovers, is always best for coming again.

Also connie's post:

peers into the depths of my brain, wondering what the hell is going on down there