From Natter:

Jess Pmoon

a man who wanted to start a business making golfbags from the skin of whales' penises

I'd love to have seen the market research that went into determining there was a demand for these.

Daniel C. Jensen

I keep thinking about a whale waking up after a drunken party to find his penis gone and...

Steph L.

Daniel, that's just a whale urban legend.

Sophia and Holli in Natter

Sophia:

Is Ashton Kutcher this generations Keanu Reeve?

Holli:

I'm convinced that Ashton's not actually as dumb as he looks. Because he shouldn't even have basic motor function if he is.

Dana:

It's like one of those terrible stunt-casting games we played, except real. I expect to see Keanu Reeves AS Abraham Lincoln any second.

DXMachina:

General McClellan: Mr. President, the rebels have fired on Ft. Sumter.

President Lincoln: Whoa...

Deena in Literary

I bring six books (six is a good number, less than that, scary) and already know the order in which I want to read them. I pick up the one I was sure I wanted to read first/most and it looks...eh. I think, 'what was I thinking to bring this?' and pick up the next. It looks mildly intriguing. I start reading it. One of the characters totally throws me for a loop and I get more and more disgusted until I realize that I'm just not going to be enjoying it, and I put it back. Then, my mood is all disgruntled. I think about the order and realize that my head was totally screwed on wrong. I sort through them again and re-order them. I stack them from most want to read to least want to read. I put the one that threw me for a loop on the bottom of the pile. I think about it some more. I go get coffee. I re-order them again. I walk off for an hour because I've been betrayed by my books. I come back and talk to them about it. I decide to be sneaky and slip the second one out of the stack and start reading. It's okay. Fine, it's better than okay. Halfway through, I realize I'm still feeling betrayed by the first two. The now-second one goes to third from the bottom. I put the books down and go find a magazine on bungee jumping, or a book on building your own shortwave radio from the elderly relative's stack of books published before 1940. It's not until late in the night that I can go back and read all the way through the first book on the stack and realize I've got the order right, finally.

My god, it's not just numbers I anthropomorphize. I do it to everything.

Bob K., in Buffy, maybe spoilery, so whitefonted JIC.

-- I think the Hellmouth in Cleveland explains Drew Carey, who should be the first Big Bad on the spin-off. --

That's only spoilery if you haven't seen Doppelgängland.

t natter Rebecca! It's so good to 'see' you again! t /natter

UnAmerican, about what Fay should do when she arrives in the USA:

Fay: Perhaps just plant the Union Jack in the soil of California, then, and declare the land the property of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II?
Fiona: No, no, you need a Buffista flag. And declare the land the property of PORN. At least for the duration of your stay.

Jars, in and re: Firefly:

I, too, heart Sci-Fi, but by repeating the last week's episode, they're putting the new episode up against Alias on Sky.

Damn them, making me choose! It's like Sophie's Choice. If Sophie could have had one of her friends tape a child for her. So, not very like Sophie's choice at all then.

The Green Eyed Monster rears its ugly head in Bureaucracy:

Cindy:

I'm jealous that the Brits have new Firefly. I'd like them warned, suspended, and banned, please.

Allyson:

Secondsies.

Brits. The Other Canadians.

Erin G: My cat lost a fang about a month ago, and it's given his mouth a lopsided, sardonic look. I feel like he's mocking me more than ever now.