Betsy, on Anita Blake's behavior in recent books:
Boink city is the least of it. She's lying naked at the intersection of Hello and Sailor with her legs wide open.
'Touched'
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Betsy, on Anita Blake's behavior in recent books:
Boink city is the least of it. She's lying naked at the intersection of Hello and Sailor with her legs wide open.
amych, In Bitches, context be damned:
Also, you'll all be glad to know I've evicted the Lutherans in the sink. It's like a counter-reformation in my very own kitchen!
More from Literary:
Katerina Bee: Apparently, befriending monsters shifts the moral scale to accommodate hanging out at Boink City.
Betsy HP: Boink city is the least of it. She's lying naked at the intersection of Hello and Sailor with her legs wide open.
Katerina Bee: Well, yeah, she's spreadeagled at the intersection of Hello and Sailor, but only the one in Monstertown. It's not like she's slutting around with nice guys in Normalville or anything. See? She still has standards!
A couple from Bitches:
sumi:
We do so much of this ____ma stuff that when I saw the word "dogma" in an article my first thought was that it had something to do with dogs.
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erika:
any second now my mom is going to say "If the Buffistas jump off a cliff would you jump off a cliff, too?"
Daniel C. Jenson:
Well... Not again.
From Bitches:
NoiseDesign: I could see MacGyver porn being interesting. Give the man a pop tart and a bicycle inner tube and it's fun for a week.
Really, the best decription of gaming I've heard since the Buffy finale....
Aimee, in Bitches:
You testosterone-filled gaming freaks (totally kidding) are going to invade my home, eat my food, yell at my dog and make Trading Spaces unhearable because you are trying to get the rodent dwarf with simsense out of the magical trunk and transported back to the Van Nuys airport without awaking the goblin dogs the mage managed to accidentaly pull out of Atlanta when the 5 of you were astral projecting to get the briefcase from the Elf Fairy that was sitting on a nuclear cloud somewhere over Los Angeles in 2876.
In Natter (who needs context?):
Sophia Brooks: and now I feel really bad because everyone else is mad!
DavidS: Well... Fuck 'em. For fuck's sake, it's not like you stole the myrhh from Baby Jesus. I expect you'll come swanning into the office in your ermine coat now, just back from a weekend at St. Tropez in your personal Lear Jet. Ooh la la. Then again, maybe you won't have to sweat your rent check when you have to change the oil on your car.
May be a bit subtle, but this link, posted by Daniel in Press, deserves mention here.
It's about the death of David Brinkley, newscaster for NBC and ABC. The link is to CBS.
Yes, my little in-joke to myself. ABC-NBC-CBS...Didn't think anyone would notice.
Ah Buffistas...
Holli in Natter, on the question of the meaning of the word "Blaggard":
It's the sort of thing usually preceded by "Avast, ye" and followed by a bunch of "arrr"s.