JZ, the unknown Buffista who reads like billytea is, indeed, billytea.

Shawn in Natter:

Typical sci-fi authors imagine people in the future having excessively large brains inside of huge heads mounted on spindly little bodies. However, judging by current trends in the USA (the world's most technologically sophisticated country), a far likelier scenario is one in which people sit in massive jet-propelled thrones that carry their bloated bodies and tiny, withered-from-disuse heads all around the world, where they can eat everything unfortunate enough to cross their paths.

JZ enters Natter, smiling sunnily; looks around at all the surly funky swollen and inchoately disconsolate Natterers surrounding her; falters, stares fixedly at her shoes (black, open toed, pink toenail polish for those keeping track); digs into her purse and begins distributing pacifiers, blankets, Spanish almonds, sex toys, single malt Scotch, and Zoloft.

Does any of this help?

Ummm, how about a shiny nickel?

JZ, that's twice I've commed you today, even if you were setup to Teppy before.

even if you were setup to Teppy before.

That's a VERY worthy spot, I'll have you know!

Hec in Natter:

Gus, I skipped the details of your monkey bite and I am very sorry that you are now rabid. I hope we don't have to put you down. Stay away from Atticus Finch this week, okay?

I don't mean to be all "I told you so" but you wouldn't have been bitten by a crazed primate if you'd come to the Los Angeles F2F. Mostly because msbelle is more of a pincher, I hear. And she's not coming either.

Followed up by msbelle:

oh - right, Gus with the monkey bite. I knew the monkeys had gone bad, but no one will listen. (((Gus)))

And the winner of the "They should film this and show it every Christmas" category, our very own Matt, in Natter:

Greetings all. Sorry I haven't been around much, but work has been keeping me busy. Especially what with the BABY RACCOONS FALLING THROUGH THE CEILING in my co-worker's office earlier this week. I was the schmoe who was manning the office when it happened, though my grousing is mitigated somewhat by the fact that my outdoorsy boss actually netted the things and put them in a carrying case for release outside (I just shut them in a bathroom and barricaded the hallway with a table so they wouldn't scamper off). Tonight I'm waiting for him to return with a trap so we can put it in the attic and hopefully get rid of our little squatters.

Madrigal Costello, in F2F:

(Yes, I live in the state where people put long underwear under their leather pants and bondage vests, it's like a meeting of the Lake Woebegone Swingers Club.)

Sean K: I've always felt that if the world is going to pretend you don't exist, pretend they don't exist right back at them.

From Natter on the snacking choices of Evil.

Allyson:

She's evil, through and through. She's impervious to water guns, plays with double sided tape, and just yesterday, ate a whole Funyon before I could catch her.

Erin G.

That nails it. The people that stole my car one Halloween ate Funyons. Teppy like Funyons.

Funyons are the preferred snack of evildoers everwhere.

Surprised no one already posted this gem from Trudy in F2F:

Yes, now that we are lacking a gay man we won't be watching a woman's undulating belly whilst we dine.