Jon B., in Buffista Music 1:

They played there twice to support "All Over The Place". I missed them the first time, but then a year or so later they returned and I caught them. I was right up front and Suzanna Hoffs did this thing where she ran back and forth across the stage while playing, and looked straight into the eyes of a bunch of different audience members (including mine!). I remember that my heart and brain were having this little internal struggle:

Brain: Interesting. This is exactly what male rock guitarists do with female audience members all the time. How fascinating that Ms. Hoffs is twisting gender stereotypes.

Heart: Guhhhhh.

billytea, in Bitches, on the subject of the giant, 2000+ year old mushroom:

For myself, I have certain objections (moral and otherwise) to eating entities that predate Christianity.

Trudy, in Bitches:

OXYCLEAN!

Honestly, I don't know how we menstruated without it.

Deena in Natter:

Tigger is bouncy, yes, and totally oblivious to other people's opinions. Tigger bounces people into bushes, and eats medicine for his favorite treat, and gets lost and stuck in trees and is irresponsible. Tigger is a manic Connor who can't find his family.

ita in Natter: My dad, in his eternal quest for near nudity...

Bureaucracy:

Julie: A Buffista, a nekkid prawn and a pair of trousers in a treehouse get a talkshow, nobody hears them fall, how many forrest threads do we create?

Darn. Nilly beat me to the punch.

Nutty, in Natter, on the joys of using a crappy WebTV keyboard:

Incoherent comedy is nobody's friend.

Still Nutty, previous to the incoherence above:

don't even ask about the funny caps lock key. It is like funny syphilis, without the weeping sores on your genitals and the dementia.

Natter:

sarameg: First, Canada was missing.
shrift: Hee. May I just say that I love this problem? I mean, really. I'm tempted to run around the office yelling "Canada is missing! Canada is missing! We're going to fall into the Arctic Circle! We'll crush Santa! Heeeeelp!"